Dear Mackysmum- What you describe seems perfectly normal to me. I remember losing my first really special pet when I was about 35 years old. He was an orange tabby named Antelope who lived to be 14.5 years old. I had gotten him right after I was married, and by the time he died I had three children and several other cats. But there was no one like my Antsie. When he died I was devastated and depressed for months. My oldest child complained that I was "not very cheerful." Finally after about 6 months I began to feel more like myself again, and decided to get a puppy. If I had done that too soon it probably would not have worked, but by that time I was ready and I loved my Shetland Sheepdog. I'm 64 now so of course that dog is long gone, and I am mourning the death of my beloved dachshund, Brandon, who died in March. Once again I was devastated and depressed, but I have enough experience to know that I can recover. You will always remember Macky, as I remember Antelope. But after all these years the memories are no longer painful. I am not yet at that point with remembering Brandon. I still get choked up talking about him, and I still feel sad when I think about him, which I do every day. 15 weeks is really not very long, considering how long you had Macky with you and the depth of your love for him. Keep posting on this forum. It has helped me, and I hope it can help you as well. And don't worry that what you are experiencing is not normal. - Dachsiemom
Moira - remembering Brandon
"Better lo'ed ye canna be. Will ye no' come back again?"