I feel your pain, man. My awesome dog, Max (one of the most awesome dogs in the world), died around Sept. 2000 of heart worms. I wish I could take each one of those worms b/t my finger and smash them, but I couldn't. I try and not think about it, but I still miss him. He was my friend and I felt he understood me in ways most humans couldn't. He was ALWAYS happy to see me. The thing that kinda comforted me though is that when I looked into his eyes after he died (as my dad was digging the hole to bury him in-- I didn't hang around for that, didn't wanna see that) he looked VERY peaceful, I mean very peaceful. SUCKS though.
Alright, I'm gonna leave this thread cause I'm starting to feel kinda weird...
