and Fasb's death is hitting me really hard this week. He passed away on December 1st, 2015, and generally managed well enough until the week of Thanksgiving. It wasn't exactly unexpected but he has a good summer/fall, so it hit us really hard when he declined so quickly. On the other hand, he didn't suffer long. He only seemed severely ill the last week of his life. Been thinking a lot how things unfolded in that week, what I could have done differently, etc. Weather turned suddenly a couple days ago and we got the first snow of the season last night. He loved snow. Walking it, playing in it, eating it. The nightime walk on a windy, snowy 28 degree night would probably have been a nuisance, but I miss it right now. The family was always glad to pitch in, but I really enjoyed spending time with him, so I did about 90% of the walking, the feeding, grooming, car trips, etc. We've been looking for another dog, but I've been going about it half-heartedly. Truth is, I'm not ready for another dog. Not even sure I want another dog. I really don't want to even think about "replacing" him, though that's not really what we'd be doing. Eh, just finding it hard right now. Thinking of him a lot, and I have to make an effort not to get emotional. Anyone else feel like this? I really expected I'd be further past this stage, 12 months later.