I am still thinking of you and Elvis and I read all the posts on this thread. You two had some incredible adventures and I am amazed how he climbed that ladder. How awesome you have that on video too.
Like you, I remember organizing all my pictures and videos of Blue. I think it gave me a sense of purpose and I would watch videos of him daily for quite some time. Our stories are so very similar except I am further along in this journey. Your one week anniversary of losing Elvis was my 1 year and 5 month anniversary of losing Blue. It does get better, but it takes a very long time. Below is an excerpt from my journal:
It has been 5 weeks now, over a month. God, I miss him. It still hurts and I still cry constantly. He is always on my mind. Always. It still does not seem real at times. Last weekend was bad. I had a couple of breakdowns where I screamed and sobbed and wailed for him. I guess I just need to let my grief out.
I saw no light at the end of the tunnel and those times were so very dark and depressing. I wondered where Blue was. I wanted to see a blue butterfly as a sign he was ok, but I never expected to see one. But one day, I actually saw one when I bent down to prune a shrub. It was sitting on a plant right next to it. I stared at it for some time and it never flew away. The most beautiful feeling came over me and I knew Blue was ok and in a very beautiful place. I felt at peace for the first time since he passed.
Weeks later I was looking at sheltie puppies on a local face book page. There was one that caught my eye as he reminded me of Blue. I walked outside and there it was, the butterfly. I thought this was a sign and I felt compelled to get this puppy, but these were show puppies not for sale as pets. I had not even considered getting another dog at this point, much less a puppy who I would have to housetrain. Well, this boy went oversize and was now being sold as a pet. I called the breeder and went to look at him. First words out of her mouth was she did not think that was the puppy for me, as he was too big and boisterous for a single woman. I was really upset but when I met the puppy, I felt nothing so I agreed with her. She showed me another younger litter that would be undersize and one little boy just resonated with me. I chose him and it wasn’t until I had him home for a few days when I noticed a very distinct marking on his left thigh. Yes, a blue butterfly. Luca is grown now and reminds me so much of Blue that I would swear it is Blue’s energy or spirit in him. I am well aware of how ridiculous this sounds, but I am not a crazy person. I am reluctant to share this but because our stories are so similar, maybe your getting a dog is not a kneejerk reaction.
It was my heart or soul that compelled me get this puppy. My mind was arguing against it telling me I was being ridiculous and what if I had no connection to the puppy and was stuck with some dog I did not want. Thank God I followed my heart.