The feeling is so heart numbingly intense. The beauty of the world is still there.  I can see it, but it is hard to feel it.

I make myself do things that need to be done, and it is good that i do these things. It saves me from falling into a morass of despair. I will keep walking, talking and loving.

The thing that gets me though is how much it hurts, hurts, hurts. She was only a cat.

I see her everywhere. I hear here everywhere. I think of her. I miss her so much.

The grief inside me has no where to go but out. my cup runneth over.