19 yr old Girlfriend

A year ago, we had to put our cat down. She was 18 and "my Baby". When I had a bad day, she was there. When I needed a pick me up, she provided it. When life gave me lemons, she made everything just a little bit better. I always prided myself as being the rock of the family. The problem solver and the one everyone came to for help, advise, and brute strength. I was the voice of reason. I was invincible or so I thought. On that terrible day when I had to make that decision, I cried hysterically while at the Vet. When I got home, I cried some more. For weeks I would think of her and tears would roll down my face. I had her cremated and I talk to her to this day. So I will be thinking of you and the loss of your loved one and hoping that as the days and month's go by, your thoughts become less about the loss and more about the wonderful time the two of you shared.