I lost my first dog, my baby, my everything, near the end of April. She passed suddenly right in front of me. It feels so surreal, that after 13 years I don't have to take her for walks, feed her. My other dog seems to be getting on okay, and I'm so happy I still have him. My boyfriend has been supportive but he grieves as much as I do. I just miss her so much and I desperately want this pain to stop. There were so many things I was trying to give her before the end, like one more trip to the beach next month, one more day playing in the creek, one more day at the pumpkin patch this fall. I have all this grief and no place to put it.