I had a white bichon too named Cody. He passed on 1/11/20 of a brain tumor. My avatar has his picture in it. I miss petting his soft fur. It was so calming and whenever I felt sad or out of sorts I would just have to pet him and I'd feel better. I got him after my mom passed in 2008 and we were together just over 11 years. I adopted him from the shelter when he was between 18 months and 2 years (they weren't sure how old he was). Today was 8 weeks exactly since we helped him over the rainbow bridge and I miss him every single day. He was my best friend, confidant, baby boy and my heart. There will never be another dog like him and my life will never be the same. I wish I had the secret to getting through this but, like I said, it's been 8 weeks and I'm still at a loss of how to go through my daily life without my Cody in it. I pray for peace for all of us.
"Grief only exists where love lived first."--Franchesca Cox