My dog Fletcher passed away last summer and yet I still open the fridge door carefully because I don't want to knock over the waterbowl that was once behind it. And when my parents moved a table over the place where his bed had been, I threw a fit. It's hard adjusting to the absence of a beloved pet. Our family ended up buying this stone slab which is engraved with paw prints and a few words about him. We have it in our backyard at one of his favorite spots. Somehow it gives me a way to kind of channel my grief, as lame as that may sound. It's kind of like when you go to a cemetary to visit a grave. You find yourself there and let all the emotions pour out but when you walk away you need to leave that grief behind you. Whenever I feel especially sad about him I just go outside to that spot.

I know it will be some time before you're ready for something like that but I just wanted to suggest it because it's something that helped me so maybe it could help you too. I hope you feel better. Lucky was a very fortunate dog to have had owners that loved him so much.