It's been 10 days since Basil passed away. Seems like forever since I have seen him last. Still expecting him to come running down the hall with one of his stuffed animals or squeaky toys. I managed to clean my car out that was full of his fur from the last ride we took to the vet. I have washed a couple of blankets that he loved to lay on. I can't sweep the stairs because his pawprints are still there. Every stuffed animal and squeaky toy are in the same place that he left them, with the exception of one that I sleep with every night. I'm not sure when I will be able to move them. I hate the thought of cleaning anything that he may have touched or his scent and hair may be on, can't bear to think I am slowly erasing the evidence of his life from the house. His sister is still looking for him, looking around each time she comes in waiting for him to pounce on her like he always did. She walks from room to room and perks up at every sound, thinking he's just around the corner. She is not the only one, we all look around for him and listen for familiar sounds,still expecting to see his big body and sweet face to come running through the room with one of his toys. I guess reality hasn't quite set in yet,still seems like a blur and bad dream.