Only time helped me. My parents had to have my first dog PTS that I grew up with when I was 20. He was 11 years old and had cancer. I cried alot.

Then when I was out on my own I got my Siamese cat who grew up with me in my 20's & 30's for 18 years, who I had to have PTS myself. And this was 3 months after I lost both my parents. Except for my husband (who thankfully is alive & well!), I'd have lost everyone I loved within a few months of each other. I tried for months to prolong his (my siamese's) life, then decided it was the best thing for him. It was heartbreaking and I said "no more animals"! But the next day I realized the house felt too empty so I went out and got another kitty, then another, now two dogs. My family keeps growing!

I dread when these youngsters I have get older and perhaps get sick, because they'll all be the same age about the same time.

All I can say is... time, more time will help ease the pain, and loving other animals, but thats not replacing... they'll always live in in our memories.