My darling, Tavie, has had a loss that I so understand. She had to have her sweet kitty, Rosie, to sleep. She did what was best for Rosie just as I had to do what was best for Trillian, but it still hurts. So, much sadness, so much pain for something total worth it. Rosie was 15, Trillian was 16, they made our lives so much better and kinder and full of fuzzy, kissable love that the heartbreak we feel after their deaths is better than having to live without that love.

I can't say that it has gone away much in the two plus years since Trill died and I burst into tears any time someone else has a pet death, but I've gotten used to her furry warmth not being here.

I've had people die in my life that did hurt like this and yet I now have two cats that one day will die.

I have to stop now to go hug them.