Admittedly, it's been difficult to accept that my little bear is really gone. By Monday, it was back to the grind at work even though the pain is still so raw. It hurts to act normal and smile and there's a sadness that goes deep into my soul, like a piece of me is missing. I get randomly overwhelmed with emotion and all I want to do is cry. But I have responsibilities at work and with Blog Party and to be a good co-worker/friend/wife/daughter, I have to be strong. The amount of love we've received is so touching and I'm so grateful for the support of our family, friends and readers. A beautiful card arrived in the mail from our vet which I think explains it all, it said, "Dogs come into our lives, leave paw prints on our hearts, and we are forever changed." Although it feels like the tears will never stop, I look forward to see how this experience and loss will have made us stronger and more compassionate - perhaps it already has. And so, life goes on and we will too, but certainly not the same people we once were.