I had a dog named Jackson, who died in 2018. He was only 3 years old when we found out he had some liver disease and even after giving him all the treatment his liver failed to recover and we lost him. He died in front of me, I could see him lying still, not moving, and not wagging his tail. I think that was the day I lost myself, a part of me died that day with him. Not a single day goes by where I don’t miss him, where I don’t want him to come back for the one last time. After all these years I’m still struggling to move on. I haven’t got real myself back. I am only getting miserable day by day. can you please suggest me the ways to cope up with my loss?