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I would describe the feeling like I just got stabbed and am sort of just walking around still, you can’t ever replace them, but in a few weeks maybe adopt someone that’s sad and lonely at a shelter, I think about my buddy all day still

I got rid of almost everything in the house that reminded me of her. Medication, dog food, floor blanket. Didn't need the constant reminders. If I wanted to be reminded, I could always look at pictures. My daughter took her leash and tags with her. All this within a few days. It just takes time and other distractions. It never completely goes away though. It's been 6 years and I still think about her once or twice a week. It's somehow harder than losing other family members. Can't explain that.