How do I cope with my bereavement

I find I am unable to come to terms with the grief I felt at the death of my Golden Retriever, Blakey.

Last night I spent hours poring over the hundreds of photographs I took at the funeral, and then went out into the garden to dig up his corpse, so I could cradle it in my arms.

In fact, to tell the truth, I've been doing this every night since he died in 1991. Please, someone, tell me what I have to do to move on and rebuild my life.

Dr. Mike Cunningham: Get a second opinion.

I don't want to appear a snitch or a traitor to my profession but 46% of all diagnoses in the medical profession are incorrect. Fourty-six percent! To break that down into lay-man's terms, that means that doctors get it wrong almost 47% of the time.

And I admit, it is an astonishing statistic. For example, I once had a friend who sustained a knee injury, and was told - by a professional - that he'd never play football again. And yet, two Sundays ago, he scored a late consolation goal for Ballybrick Rangers in their 4-1 defeat to local rivals, Ballybrick Town.

What I'm trying to say is that we don't always get it right. Just because some vet told you that Blakey is dead doesn't mean that Blakey is dead. Aside from the highly contentious issue of Blakey now being a corpse, there's hardly anything in your email to suggest that Blakey is definitely gone. My advice - take Blakey to a new vet, have him/her give Blakey the once-over and remember that over 45% of what he tells you is a complete lie.

Kimberly Bridge: OK, which one are you? (a) Spinster, (b) Widow or (c) Embittered Divorcee.

If (a) then you will find that simply leaving the house once in a while is a great way to meet people. Perhaps your area has a local Golden Retriever Owners Club you could possibly join? Although then again, that'll probably be full of whiney, single middle-aged women, I suppose.

If (b) you should be thinking about how your poor dead husband must feel. Imagine playing second fiddle to an exhumed dog carcass? You didn't show anything like this amount of grief when he died, did ya?

If (c), then you'll have to accept that half of the dead dog is legally your ex-husband's property, and you should ask your solicitor to advise you on how best to divide up the rotting body. Ironically, this process could well help you 'achieve closure' on the whole issue.

Ben Nunn: You've got problems. Real problems.

Burying a dog alive indeed? And then trying to have sex with a cat? There's one word for people like you, and that is sick.

I can't believe that you actually killed your husband, and then lied about it to the FBI, and pretended to be blind?!? What on earth were you thinking? There's only one word for you: Real problems.