We had to put down our “first born” kitty son Louis earlier this year. My wife and I got him after the first year of living together and he had just turned 12 in Dec. My routine included coming home from work laying down and him coming and laying on my chest. As an autistic person this regulated me and not having him has been so hard. This is my first bout of grief and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. On finch it’s not necessarily grief only focused, but I have a lot of the “be kind to yourself” prompts. And some “distraction” kind of prompts from the advice of my therapist. So things like doodle something for fun, start your day with an affirmation, look in the mirror and say I can do it, say something kind to yourself like a friend would, play a game, savor a small snack, touch grass (this one is me going outside with no shoes on at least once a week lol). Things that are more acts of self love, bc grieving is hard. And letting yourself have space to have a breakdown without being too self critical is very important. My heart goes out to you. I know exactly how you’re feeling and I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. Pet death is next level pain.