The one person who loved me unconditionally died. I think that sucks! He was 15 yrs old, we shared a birthday, he was a tall, mean loving machine, he was my blond lab/Sheppard. He was by far better than any human man I've ever met, so I consider him a person. He loved me with or without make up, he didn't care if I had stretch marks or bad hair days, he just loved me for who I was, with all his heart, he never gave up on me. So all you peopl who write Jeers to stupid stuff, I'm mad about something that truely matters, I lost someone so special that I don't know what to do. I hate that dogs are given such a short life.