Over the weekend we prpped a door open that leads to the alley behind our house to haul some thing out. While we were picking up the boxes our 5 year pup went exploring (not normal for him to leave the house without us) and went sniffing into the alley just as a car came through. He was gone in an heartbeat. He was young, spunky, playful, snuggly, smart, and my constant companion, especially since I've been working from home these last few months. He was taken away so quickly, so unexpectedly, so tramatically it's still hard for me to fathom he's gone. We were supposed to keep growing old together. My heart is shattered and broken and I feel like I can't breathe. I've spent the last two days crying uncontrollably. When does this get better? How do I make it better? I just want him home with me so much and every time I think that, it hurts even more. How do I make the hurt stop?