Thank you. It's weird that the things that trigger the depth of her loss are the mundane things. Like looking over at her little gray bed and not seeing her. Or when I open the back door to let out the dogs and I'm not helping her over the back step because of her arthritis. My Saturday mornings for the past so many years have been occupied with taking her to the vet for her weekly arthritis shot. I hardly know what to do with myself this morning.Aw heck. I'm so sorry. Even though you know they can't live forever, it's just so darned hard to lose them.