It's tearing out my heart!

Chester is still dead, and Ruby, dad's dog, wont go out side unless one of us watches over her. She does the bathroom bit, then tours the whole dog run looking for Chester. She then comes in and looks for him in all his favorite spots. Honey he isn't there. I envy her her denial. A good, smart, dog, with boundless heart, and soul, doesn't happen often. I've been twice blessed. First Copper, his mentor, then Chester. Ruby is going through her denial period. She's actually matured in the last two weeks.