It's hard even trying to think about my little beloved marley shih tzu puppy. He was the best thing I ever had. My whole family hated him because of the trouble he caused but it was adorable. He loved me and I loved him. Everybody has gotten over his death and I still can't stand it after these 8 months. He was only 7 months old when we found him lying down in our backyard... Not responding to my whistle. But for the 5 and a half months I had him. Those were the months of my life. I don't go a day without thinking about but I know my family has probably forgotten all about him. Ive never felt this much sadness in my life. The dreams are the things that kill me. I see him so vividly and it's unbearable. I don't like to sleep anymore. And the thing is I'm only 13 and I don't know... What can I do?