As hard as it is, I do know that the grief does fade with time. When I had to have Lucy put to sleep in 1995 I thought I would never get over it. But I did. Because there was no PT talk back then, I felt terribly alone in my grief.

In this current, post-911, terrorist age, my nerves and emotions feel more frayed. Its so very strange that I had a friend die last June, and a cousin die last November, and its the thought of the kitties that make me cry. I don't know why.