I can’t even believe Mazzy is not here anymore. It is a very low thought every time I suddenly realize it. We spent a good deal of the weekend being quite lethargic about her death (peaceful though it was). I keep trying to console myself with all the things that were a major struggle for her in the last month; not even being able to lift her tail (my sad Eeyore), not being able to manage a quarter mile walk, and falling down the stairs many times (just for example). I know it was her time and she deserved to rest. But I have a very gaping hole in my heart over losing her. She was such a true love.