It's so hard to loose them. Those little pawprints on the heart are indeliable, even when the heart is shattered.

I miss Twicket all the time too despite the fact that I feel at peace with his death. It was his time and nothing could have changed that. I've had a much harder time with Dominique's death. A few days ago, I woke up with Ivy curled against me under the covers, exactly where Dom used to lay. For a second, I forgot Dom is gone and then I remembered and spent the rest of the day in tears.