died the day after Xmas. My morning routine was to brew a pot of coffee, grab a cup feed her and let her outside. At least 3 times a week when I grab my cup of coffee, I still head toward the door and then I remember all over again she is not with us anymore. We had a nice day last week and I went to sit on the back porch. She loved getting her neck brushed, so I had several around the house and porches.
There was one of her brushes, right where I left it last year. I had a moment when I 1/2 expected her to come running. We played a game. I would brush her for 5 minutes and stop. She would "pet my leg" 3 times to let me know she was not done being brushed.
I don't know how or when, but these moments, instead of bringing heartache, now brings a smile to my face and a sense of comfort. You will get there.
Now if spring will actually get here and grass regrow over her grave so we can do the final step and decorate a large rock and place it on there, my last sense of anxiety will go.
I wish the same for you. 
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