I lost my first dog and best friend, Wolfsbane. She was a beautiful black and white German Shepherd, who some selfish person decided should not exist anymore. Whoever it was poisoned her, and the vet practically stood back and did nothing. I told myself I'd never forgive them for taking my friend away. I got a new dog in October, a Lab/Pointer mix named Cocoa. He's such a sweet hyper puppy and he has helped me deal with losing my Wolfsbane in more ways than one. Even though they are two different breeds, he is male and Wolfsbane was female, he has begun to resemble her so much that sometimes it startles me. He stands exactly the way she did when it was dinner time. He sits exactly the same way, with one leg under himself and the other thrown the the side. He even seems to have a similar ailment in his spine. Their barks sound the same. He does things differently than she did too, of course, but I think what this is is God's way of telling us that even though we must move on, and new things move in where other things moved out, the past will always be here. Friends will always be around, things we loved will always be around, as long as we never forget.