My dog passed away on Halloween this last year. She's been gone close to 2.5 months.
I'm still trimming pieces of steak and whistling for her.
I'm still waking up and wandering toward the back yard and looking for her to be behind me so we can take our morning piss together by the plum tree.
I'm still snapping my fingers for her to hop in the back of my truck when I run errands.
I'm still dropping my backpack in my recliner real quick when I get home and bracing for her to jump on me.
This doesn't happen every day but it still happens, and for that second when I remember she's not here my heart bottoms out and I ache in the chest.
But there is no way I would ever clone her, it wouldn't be the same dog, no matter what.