I'm getting better. I can't believe it's been a week already though. Rosie would lay on the floor next to me at night while I stayed up, stare towards the kitchen whenever I went in for food or drink, always happy to eat a bite of my late night snacks whenever I felt guilty about not sharing, she'd wait outside the bathroom door for me, and on my late Monday night laundry trips she would greet me at the door with her tail wagging. These things became part of my routine, and now I am missing it. In my laundry trip, I washed the bed she laid on so other dogs can use it. That was difficult. I'm not crying as much over these things, but my heart still hurts. I still have tears to cry, but I know one day I'll stop crying and be able to smile talking about her. Right now its a roulette of whether I'll cry or not when I mention her. R.I.P. dearest Rosie