I've made it through another day. I didn't cry as much today, but I still hurt...a lot. I'm trying to spend more time remembering the fun things we did and the funny things Stinky Wink did. I'm still gathering his pictures. I have filled one album already. I didn't know I had so many pictures, but I'm delighted that I do. I wish so much I could pet him and scratch behind his silky ears. There hasn't been any hair to sweep up. I saw my neighbor out back this afternoon and she said, "My God, your yard seems empty." My wife said she thought she heard a bark when she was showering this morning, and I could swear I heard a squeak toy this afternoon...wishful thinking on both our parts. I took a lot of his grooming items, food, insulin (which I used once) and syringes to Homeward Bound shelter. I'm not ready to give up the other things.