It has been 8 months since I lost my sweet boy (my dog) Jessy to cancer at 13 1/2 years old. After his diagnosis he was given 3 days to live. I switched him over to homemade dog food and he lived happily for 8 more months.
8 months and I still miss him like it was yesterday. Last night I had a dream that he came to me and I got to hug and kiss him and smell his sweet head that always smelled like a bird.
I have accepted that some things the heart just does not heal from. This is one of those for me.