Goodbye old friend

Funny how you get attached to things and don't realize how importat that thing is until it's gone.  I don't consider myself a sentimental person.  Usually I've always been able to avoid sentiment and all the emotional responsibilities that come with it.  Unfortunately this time it cornered me and slapped me around a bit.  I read somewhere years ago how hard it is to lose a pet and mourning should be dealt with as if one was dealing with human loss.  I laughed at the idea of mourning the loss of a pet.  A couple weeks ago I arrived back home from a trip and saw my Chow Chow was looking tired and weak.  Usaually she follows me around trying to get me to kiss her and give her snacks.  She just laid there staring at me.  She wouldn't  take any snacks.  This was the sign something was seriously wrong.  She had a tough night, not sleeping much.  The next morning I took her in for some xrays and found out she had some heart problems.  I wanted to take her to get a more detailed ultra sound but she passed on our way there.  I miss Simba.  She was my friend.  I never fully understood the whole Dog is mans best friend thing.  But since her passing I realized what that really means.  No matter what she was happy to see me.  My day could be full of BS but she was always the same.  She accepted me for all my faults.  I never had to try to impress her and I never was dissapointed by her.