I know exactly how you feel. When Jack died so unexpectedly, everything in the house was just where he left it...the toys, the shoes, the beds, etc. I say the shoes, because he would always bring my sneakers (or one of them) over to me - because he knew that's what I wore for his walks, but the second I got in from work and took my dress shoes off, he would steal them and hide them. I guess he figured I couldn't leave that way. Those first few days after he died, I kept finding a shoe here and a shoe there. One of them is still where he "hid" it. I guess I'll have to buy a new pair of navy pumps because I can't handle moving it.