Well I am getting thru the days... I have her collar in my bed and jiggle it every now and then. It sounds like she is with me. Molly was so gentle. She would let me cry on her thru my tough times. We would have kissing wars, LOL i'd kiss her over and over then she would lick me (kinda yucky but it was Molly) like crazy. Molly would give you a high five, she would roll over. If she saw food in my hand (usually I just gave it to her) and had that "I want you to do a trick posture" she would come over lay down and roll over without me saying a word. I could toss food to her and she would catch it. She loved to play fetch but would never give the toy back to you - it was another game all together to get it back. You could see in her expression that she thought this was awesome! She would go out to do her business then come back in and run from the front door to the back of the house, across the whole sectional couch, sometimes more than once then stop and look at you like "yea I'm good that was awesome!" If I said to her "Molly want to come?" before I even showed we were going anywhere she would get all excited and wait by the door. My parents house was her favorite place to visit. Lots of fenced in land to run and wild life to chase. My parents had goats. When I brought Molly there the goats would all be in the farthest corner of the property all bunched together. (They were fenced in) It was so funny. God I miss her. Getting home from work is the hardest. She would always greet me so happy. Its going to take some time I know. I will get there. God bless us all and pray that we heal from our losses and honor our babies.