I am pretty sure you never stop missing them, but you do get to a point where you can smile when you remember them and recant the stories of the silly things they did to make you happy.
I am only a few days into my loss, and today is the first day my chest does not have an overwhelming tightness in it. I know it will get better. I have lost pets before. I remember them, today, with great fondness and lots of smiles. I wrote a tribute to mine, and each day I read it. I know I am getting better as I can read it most of the way through without breaking down in tears. Each day gets a little better. Tell us about your Yorkie. What did he do to make you giggle? What was he like?
Smokey (1959-1959, car), Prissy (1966-1968, car), Tina (1955-1974, old age), Rags (1976-1980, stolen), Dax (1999-2015, my choice, due to renal failure), Shelby & Jag (2015) You only think you are training them. When they are gone, you finally get it.