Grief.

We all have experienced grief. Some people stay in it and wear it like a badge. Some people ignore it. Some people pass through it to the other side. I believe that there is no right or wrong way to deal with grief. We all  just have to handle it.
  I pass through it. I analyze every feeling. I try to feel it and let it go. I puzzle about it. I am not sure if there truly is a "we'll meet again" side to grief. I mostly just try not to let it control me.
 Our cat, Manny, is gone. We loved that cat. There is no real closure, because he just is gone. We have no idea what happened. I have shed tears, raged, worried, and wondered. I have grieved. 
 He was the friendliest cat I ever had. He loved my husband to excess. He loved the rest of us almost as much. He has been so missed. He was part of a trio. Manny, Moe, and Jack. He was the adventurous one. He was the fearless leader. He was the king of shedders. He was one of a kind. He was loved.