Our first family cat, Mina, passed away yesterday. We went out in the damp, dreary morning this morning to bury her. It's been a weird process, one minute trying to treat it rationally and the next being absolutely shattered by grief. We knew the end was coming - we had actually scheduled to go in yesterday afternoon to have the vet put her to sleep, but her downward trajectory was steeper than we expected.
A friend lost her husband not too long ago, and I can't imagine how much harder that must be.