I would hurt. Last year when Banjo was killed right in front of me; I was ached all the way down the core of my being. He was basically my baby. I had a premonition about going outside with him and just felt something awful was going to happen no amount of tears, screams, or calling him to me stopped the event. It took me three days after he was killed to get any sleep, a full month to stop expecting him at the door but, I still look for him as soon as I step on the back porch. I loved him as much as I miss Toad (a stray I raised from bottle while stationed in Greece). Some pets just have a way of working their magic on your heart.
This morning our son called to tell us of a possible puppy in need of a home. Of course, I jumped at the chance because I am ready to love another pet again. I am chalking that need up to Banjo because, he brought much joy in our lives. So say a little prayer that our family will soon be blessed with a fur baby.
She is six weeks old and very adorable. We here are all crossing fingers and feathers in anticipation of this lovely little creature's arrival.
Thanks Sid & Patricia, she will be well loved.