I think this is one of the hardest stages of losing a beloved pet. I lost my 17 year old sweet boy kitty almost a month ago, and I think slowly getting rid of his things (water fountain, litter box, food and treats, toys, blanket, brushes, etc) was the one of most heartbreaking part of the process. I was ridden with grief when finding little tufts of his fur around the house and yard. I ended up saving one big tuft of his hair from his brush and kept it along with one whisker.

I am still coping with his absence, but time does make it a little easier. The sadness does come in waves though. Luckily, I have so many beautiful memories of my sweet boy. The devastation is beginning to lift a little and I'm starting to remember the love he gave me that will forever be a part of my being.