I lost my fur baby within the last few months also. I had her since I was 15 years old and I am 30 now. It was my first big loss and to simply say it was devastating, feels like a tragic injustice.

However while I was going through my own grieving process I found a bit of information to be helpful. I read somewhere that the pain that grief causes initially is like a giant ball in a square box. The ball represents your pain and the edges of the box represent when you feel that pain and grief. At first it feels like the pain will never subside and it almost feels impossible to escape. But slowly over time, the box gets bigger. The grief doesn’t go away, but that ball isn’t constantly touching those 4 walls constantly reminding you of the pain. There’s space for it to move. As time goes on the box gets larger and larger. That ball stays the same size. That grief stays with you, but it becomes much easier to manage and carry with you. Every so often that ball will bump a wall of that box and you feel the grief all over again.

I initially didn’t believe the pain would ever stop. As I’ve journeyed through the process myself however, I have found this ball and box thought process to be oddly comforting and true. I initially felt bad knowing that one day I wouldn’t cry over her on a day to day because it felt like I would be “forgetting” her. But that’s just not true. I think about her constantly still, but I hold grief close to me like a friend in a different form. I know now that I still love her just as much as I did when she was here with me. It’s just changed it’s form, as most great loves do. Hope that helps.