My dog died unexpectedly of a heart attack on 11/6/15, a month short of his 9th birthday. He was a shiba inu, and I thought I had a few years left with him. I was just beginning to understand him. Someday, he will show up in a story either as a human character with his personality or as a ghost dog.
Meanwhile, I am recovered enough to write again. I worked on my second novel yesterday, and it felt great. Eight hundred words is a good day for me. Emir is turning into a barefoot hippie and pissing his parents off. Such fun. I love my characters.