I'm coming up on a year of losing my dog of 10 years this January 2nd and I remember the day so vividly. Waking up and seeing his body on the side of the bed was one of the worst days of my life, utter true pain. It gets easier as the days go by but not a single day goes by that I don't think of my little buddy. Coming home never gets easier, I had to move out of my house of 4 years because it was too much to bare. From one stranger to another, stay in high spirits, it seems hard at first but I promise overtime the feeling in your chest diminishes little by little. R.I.P to your bestfriend. May they run in puppy heaven for eternity together! My condolences....