Thanks everybody for your kind words of encouragement in this difficult time. In my head I know she's gone, but my heart still hasn't accepted it. I find myself looking in her doghouse almost every time exit the garage to see if she's there. Or mybe when I gochelk on the ducks I'll glance under the trailer. In my head, I know she isn't there and never will be again, but I'm finding it hard to accept and therefore I have yet to truly greive. I don' think I've shed but one tear and I feel kind of guilty. She was an amazing dog and she deserves to be cried over, but I just can't do it.