I've been remiss in posting anything here, as I have been lazy and post mostly to my twitter page when I feel the urge.
Today, while catching up on articles, I came across some 'best of' posts Wil Wheaton included on his blog, and one of them referenced something I found moving when I read it the first time, and re-reading it I am again stirred by its naked honesty and purity of expression. Nothing earth-shattering, just some good quality capture of what it is to be human and to feel.
http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/wwdnbackup/2009/08/in-which-some-comfort-is-found.html
Having dealt with some of the very same emotions (both feeling comforted by a close canine when very sad, and dealing with the death of said canine) I find his anecdote to be particularly poignant.
I still miss that darn Dusty Dog.