I'm doing yard work. I have no one following me around. No one wanting in the house and then back out on two seconds. I'm not even stepping in that poop that never got picked up. Nothing is the same
I understand how you feel and I'm so so sorry. I spend so much time outside of the house now because it feels so strange now to be there without my little old man peeking up from the couch, eyeing me, following me into the kitchen, and whining to go out and do his business. All the little, normal, routine things are gone. Even not needing to rush home to feed him or let him out for a walk is upsetting. I wish I could help, but it's been a month for me and I still feel hollow and sad about losing my boy. I hope we can learn to live a little easier, soon.