My dog just passed a couple of days ago unexpectedly and too young to go. But I’ve been struggling at home. Breaking down every 5 minutes because everything reminds me of him. All his things are still out because I can’t bear to put them away. No dog would replace him but a do know that eventually we will need to fill that empty void as my kids have always known life with a dog. A part of me feels like filling that void sooner rather than later might make me feel better. Or it might make it worse. I honestly don’t know. But this is the first pet I’ve ever lost and it’s got to be the hardest thing to cope with.