It's been almost two full weeks since we had to put down my best friend, Bono. He had breathing problems and we all knew it had to be done. The first few days was extremely hard, many tears shed and nights spent awake thinking of how we could have done things differently, but then it all seemed to get better. For the past week or so I've been having good days and not thinking about it hardly as much. But then yesterday happened. I just fell back into my slump of being unconsolable about it. We still have his collar out, and his ashes on display, and I see his water bowl and toys everywhere. I hear noises downstairs sometimes, cracks that the house makes, and still think it's him walking around, paws on the hardwood floor. I miss it. I really do think for those few seconds that it's him, and then I remember he's not there, and it's just the house making it's own noises. He brought such a warm and positive energy to our house that I now feel is missing... his company got me through many lonely nights and our friendship was greater than that of anyone else I've ever met. I just miss him very much. I wish he'd come home. I want him to know that we are all so miserable without him and that he meant the world to us. It sucks. We miss you, Bono. I hope I see you again someday.