It’s been four weeks since we lost Sassy and it’s not any easier. I still catch myself making sure I don’t step on her when I come out of the kitchen, I look for her after I come home from a drive, and I keep going to change out the water in her dish before remembering. It’s really difficult and it makes me upset when people say “just get another dog.” Those people don’t understand and they never will. She wasn’t just a dog. She was/is family. She was with me when we moved to a different state, through all those times we moved to different houses, through the divorce, through my 18th birthday, when I got the news that I was going to be published, and much more in between. After four weeks, it still feels like yesterday.