I know you are all right, and your words are comforting, but I miss her so much. Sometimes I forget she is even gone, and then it hits me. When I was upset, she use to lick me and fuss over me as if I was her puppy and she had to look after me. She loved going for walks and little adventures on her own. She was a greedy pig, and once she buried a whole sausage in my bed. It was her heart's desire to catch the pet rats, and she use to sit and eyeball them hopefully for hours. She also used to chase the cat when she thought no-one was looking. She loved being close to me more than anything. I can't see any sense in the whole stupid mess at all.