Janie...I sympathise. My husband died 2 years ago and I thought I would never sing again. It was a while until I could actually pick up my guitar, but after a few weeks I'd occasionally catch myself singing while doing the dishes, just little snatches of things. I finally got myself really back to music by offering to sing and play at a convalescent hospital. Once I had an actual date and time set, sheer panic got me back to practicing.

Susan's suggestion of writing out what you feel is a good one. I have no children or close family, so did much of my grieving, and healing, alone, and writing helped a lot. It gets all that amorphous, circling sadness out of the mind and onto paper in a linear way, where it can be dealt with.

Very sorry about your dog...they are dear companions and they don't last long enough. It's a grievous loss and it must have been very difficult to deal with all alone.

Keep us posted on how things are going, OK?

Nancy