I lost my dog. I adopted her when I was 13 and now I'm 27. I loved my dog more than life itself for 14.5 years and I had to put her down suddenly. Bone cancer out of nowhere. I had no choice. My life stopped in October. I am not myself. I don't feel like living without her. Nobody understands me. She was my child. Yes I said a child. She was the only thing I got right in life. And now I feel like I killed her. I even cremated her...please don't ever do it. It was a really bad idea. I sleep with her bag of ashes and it's not fun...I feel like a freak. I miss her terribly. Matters worse, I act the same. I have a thick mask on and it's impossible to put it down and talk about it. Tomorrow I'm going to psychiatrist, first time. - Human
