I'm going to tell you what happened to me after my lovely dog Masha died. I felt compelled to share my story with those who are grieving the loss of their four-legged companions to try to give them some comfort and hope by showing them that death is not the end, but a transition.
Masha died on August 30, 2011, 11 days before her 17th birthday. We were inseparable. She was the love of my life after my son. She survived breast cancer, two knee surgeries and pancreatic surgery. That was in 2006. She was my little miracle dog. She lived a long and happy life despite the problems she had.
On 08/30/2011 I woke up and found Masha dead. She died in her sleep. I was crushed. My body was aching with pain and sadness and even though she was old, and I knew he was coming, I just couldn't let him go. I started calling her name, but she didn't answer. After that, I made a memorial in her sleeping place. I put her toys, a rosary and her training collar . I talk to her every day, as if she was still here.