I used to play with a dog. I called him little black dog, but once my mother said that he was abducted when he was at her mother-in-law's house. You don't know how sad I was, because I loved it, even spoiled it. In those nights, I often dream about it and play with it. Although my mother always said that the little black dog must have been killed before eating. But I don't believe it. I believe it is alive. May be empathy! So I think I will often dream about it. Trust me, it will be all right in a while. If you are still sad, you can adopt another dog similar to it and treat it as your dog in the same way, and you will feel much better. Trust me, you have empathy. As long as you feel good ~!
Be an optimistic self!