I wonder if I can tell Xenite that I understand. My husband's dog died recently. Ginger. She was Wes; dog more than she was mine, and until the day that she died she slept on his blanket ( that she stole from me) and went to the top of the stairs every day at five, when he used to come home.
I wonder if I can say that Ginger's death was much harder than I thought it would be. It was like one more tenuous connection the the thing that made us "us" was broken....that I had lost another piece of our life together. It hurt. I cried a lot.
I wonder that it is 2:24 and I am thinking of you right now...
I wonder if I can send some (((hugs))) and tell you that it will be fine. You are doing the right thing, as painful as it is, and you know that it is right. And I hope your head feels better soon.