Damn it was a Thursday? Cursed day - Mont was sick on the Wednesday but she died on the Thursday afternoon. And for ages afterwards I was very conscious of Thursdays. And the time of day when it happened. You fixate on these elements because of course it's when the world changes forever. (For a while I was counting in Friends reruns because I'd been watching it on Blu-Ray with her before she died, then a local channel decided to rerun them about 2 months after her death so I would count each full season 1-10 rerun. Kept at it for about 2 years.)

A routine certainly helps. And physically getting some of the grief out with walks will hopefully take off some of the pain.

The loss of the snuggling is the hardest part in the long term. There are some times you really need it and the squirmy bastards remind you they don't do that. They show their affection in other ways but not like that. In a way though, it keeps the memory alive. You remember what you had and how you miss it so.