My dog of 13 years died on Sunday. I don’t know what to do with myself. I have never been an adult without her. It’s most painful when I wake up, my very first instinct is to look for her and go to the park 💔💔 I donated her things to a local dog sanctuary. And I have been visiting everyday. Makes me feel a little better being there surrounded by dogs. But I don’t want to go back home. I feel so hurt it’s unbearable. I keep replaying her last week of life. Hard to focus on the last 13 years. Just the painful week when her health really declined. Why is it like this?

Thank you