It's day two and I still ache the way I did yesterday when we had to put my best friend to sleep. He was 12, and although his life was not "cut short" by any means, I hurt so bad without him. Adjusting to life is so difficult. I can't look at my house the same or without thinking of how he used to be here. His presence just made our house so much more inviting. It hurts so bad. I heard a tapping on the wooden floors that sounded like his paws and i really thought for a moment it was him. I shot my head over and was only disappointed because it wasn't him. Sigh. I don't know what to do.