Thank you so much for your sweet comments about Fletch's passing.
The kids are doing better. Rob and the kids made a cross to put up in the yard to remember him by.
I am adjusting slowly.
After thirteen years of letting the dog out one last time before going to bed or leaving the house, I'm having to make new routines.
The kids had a picnic on the floor of the sun room over the weekend. They'd never been able to do that because the dog would steal their food.
We can all run through the house now (well, I don't condone this, but at least Fletch won't start barking and join in the chase).
I still expect to see him lying on the floor as we watch TV in the evening; I swear I hear him making his "old dog" noises while I sleep. As I said, I'm adjusting slowly.