I miss my dog

I know I should be getting over it already...but I'm not. Today I finally dumped out the remaining food (it was dry food) and bones, removed her outside tie outs, packed up her beds and put everything in her cage and moved it all to the basement. I'm hoping this becomes some kind of therapy because the depression is really starting to get old.

I miss her more than most people that I have know who have passed away, and this funk is lasting a lot longer. I'm not sure what that says about me. I'm going on vacation soon, and I hope that kinda helps - at least takes me away from the other sources of stress in my life and lets me relax for a bit. I will be in the water for most of the vacation and that always calms me.