Am I Going Crazy?

Am I going off my head? My darling wee hairy dog, Sgith died a week ago today after being hit by a car - and I wasn't there. He was with my mum, who's blaming herself no matter that I say dogs will be dogs and run across the road. Sgith was my faithful companion into whose fur I cried many times - he was my fourth baby - I have 3 children who are all also totally devastated. Sgith was a little dog with a huge personality and could never be 'just a dog' as someone said to me yesterday. He spoke to us, understood every word said to him and was spoiled rotten. Now I catch myself pretending hes sitting on the bed with me, speaking to him, trying hard to imagine hes there with me. I cant believe hes not here - can i turn the clock back - when do the tears stop? I cant stand the emptiness in the house - every advert on TV has dogs in it.

Please someone tell me it will get easier.