Feeling raw, if that makes sense. It's been a week now. My dog has been a grounding point for me, though I never realized just how much until now. My mind keeps reaching out for her (in our bedroom) and I don't even realize it until my brain realizes she's not here. I've just been so used to her being a couple feet away. The worst part is where my mind goes when I think of her being outside alone. I have to shut that down quickly. I can't find a reason to get out of bed.