My best friend Cody died today. He was ten year old, a big yellow Lab. He was born ten days after my husband died. He was with me when our business went bust, when I lost the home I had lived in for forty years. He was with me when I considered the peace of death and it is because I knew of no one who I could trust to love him, that I am still alive today. He was with me when I moved away from all I knew and moved to a state where I knew no one. He dropped dead of a heart attach and I didn’t even have the chance to hold him and tell for the last time that I love him. Now I am really alone. I know I will love another dog someday. Maybe. God love you my dear Cody until I can be with you again.

— Fran from Oviedo, FL