I'm jealous of these experiences

When my dog had died I had read a lot about bereavement and I knew that it was typical for people to "see" or "experience" their deceased love ones and I wished so hard that I would because she meant everything, literally everything to me and even something tiny like hearing her feet on the floor or her collar jingling would have been such great comfort to me. There was nothing. I'd give my right arm to see her again or to even feel like she was around still- but it doesn't. I haven't even dreamt of her in the year since she passed