If the only thing you can say about a relationship with another human is that you lament the loss of this creature, then truly the relationship was doomed.
Her name was Wasabi. A noble creature and we "clicked". She stayed with me during the awkward time when things were breaking up, yet she supposedly belonged to the other person. I still miss her. I remember the four legs sticking out from under the futon. She injured herself on a hind leg with a rock and although cut deeply she let me attend to the wound. She would patrol the perimeter of the house and report back "all clear" with a sigh as she layed back down late at night.
Perhaps it is time to find another four legged companion?