Yesterday marked one month since we — my two furry boys and I — lost Koochooloo, my little girl. Every time I'm in the kitchen, I feel her presence behind me, watching me attentively with her gorgeous eyes, her long ears reaching for the skies. I turn around and don't see her, but I know she's there...or I wish she were. I'm still training my mind to replace my painful memory of her last hours with more joyful ones created during our thirteen plus years together. My brain knows that life goes on, but my heart feels that death goes on.
