I want to thank everyone who responded to my blog about the death of my dog. My husband I have spent the weekend coping when we must and the rest of the time breaking down in tears. This is one of the saddest things I've ever gone through. Grady was like a child to us and I know I must mourn him for as long as it takes. I have to go back to work tomorrow, and therefore I must present my professional demeanor. I have thought about smoking many times this weekend. The pull has been strong for me to go and buy a pack. Not because I think it will make things better, but because I'm searching for anything that will be a balm to my broken heart, however temporary. I haven't done it and I'm not going to do it. It's OK to think about it, not OK to act upon it. By spending time daily here since the beginning of my quit, I have seen many of my fellow exers going through all sorts of trials: losing jobs, losing homes, deaths of loved ones, health problems, and yes loss of beloved pets. And you haven't smoked over it. And I won't either, because you all have given me the tools and the strength to NEVER go back there again. My heart will heal in time; I know that. I won't give up my quit and coming here blogging makes me even more resolute about that. Thank you all so much for being here for me. CP