id like to thank everyone who replied to my first post yesterday - the support and understanding really did comfort me. Yesterday i could not leave the house - i am not a crier - but the tears did not stop. waves of grief, and the awful guilt that i sent him too soon. my OH was very kind - making me toast - egg and chips (which i cried into) - rubbing my feet and lots of hugs. i made a heart out of some of his fur - today i went out and bought 5 pigs ears for my other dogs (golden, collie, poodle, bichon and yorkie) which i will regret i am sure (the wind) - i bought some photo frames, and sorted out some photos of spud - i met a friend for coffee - the size of the hole thats been left by spud is enormous - the night he passed, my partner lay awake at 2 am and swears to God he was having a little chat with Spuddo - and our burglar alarm went off - not just once - but about 15 times, and we had not set it. I like to think he has met my mum who died 14 years ago - she will be beyond thrilled at his footlicking - anyway - i know i sound a bit mental - but its a process. that boy took a little piece of my heart with him that will never grow back, but i have a big heart with lots to go around - love rachel x