I cried for weeks after she died, I had to ask her parents for help with the funeral arrangements, I was a mess. I took time off work, had to move out of the apartment, but I kept Ruth I couldn't bring myself to get rid of her after all she wasn't just Sarah's dog. Months had passed since I lost my dearest Sarah, I felt like everyday I was just existing, I was no longer full of life as I once was. I couldn't go to our favorite places anymore, it was to painful to see it so colorless, so different from the way it was when Sarah was with me. Everyone kept telling me that after enough time passed I would fine somebody new, it may never be the same as it was with Sarah, it didn't matter if they were right I felt like I would never be able to move on.