Murp.mm, thanks for checking in, you are so very kind. Grief takes so many twists and turns, and of course, things are always changing, so I can say I'm no longer in the rawness of the early days. This Friday will be 8 weeks since my Grunt boy has been gone. I still can't get through a day without tears and deeply missing him. I went out to run errands this morning and when I came home as I was walking up the stairs, I started tearing up knowing that he wouldn't be there when I opened the door, sooooo happy to see me, not able to contain himself, his little nub wagging crazily, and a big grin on his face.....and of course, diving into my packages to see if I had brought him a toy....which I almost always did. Then I was fullblown crying remembering how he would run into the kitchen ahead of me, sit politely and wait patiently for me to cut all the tags off before I gave him his new toy. Remembering takes me back to the joy and delight we shared at times like this, and then, I am smiling.