Russel, here's a hint: Assuming this dog you claim to have had ever existed outside of your imagination, by your own words, she's dead, rotting worm-chow. Unless, as has been suggested elsewhere, you've got her on ice for the occasional necro-boink - which is something I wouldn't put outside the realm of possibility, considering the rest of the delusional shit you spew. Grow up, get over it (yeah, I know that ain't easy, but it's something millions, if not billions have had to do over the past umpty-thousand years) and move on. HEaring you go on about a dead dog is getting almost as tiresome as your attempts at defending the idea that outing someone is OK.