No, this isn't a sad tale of a girl who has had her heart broken by the one she loves, it's a story about a woman who had to say goodbye to her best furry friend..

My dog, Oscar, was my best friend, he followed me everywhere I went and was taken far too soon! We were supposed to have another year with him, we got a week before his heart failed and he couldn't be with us any longer. I thought I had moved on, but I look at his picture every night on my bedside table and something in me stays broken 💔. I know some people could never understand why saying goodbye to my Oscie was one of the hardest things I've ever done, he looked at me like 'thanks for a wonderful life, I'll see you soon'. I'm trying so hard to stay positive, but even after a number of weeks, I still see him everywhere - like a little shadow, following me around the house, letting me know that he is still there.

The tears fade, but the heart ache is still so strong inside me, will this feeling ever go away, or get easier?