Cry away.
I still cry very nearly 7 years on. I got my rescue girl after my abusive relationship ended. We healed each other. It took time but she was my world. And a reason for living. Or wanting to.
If I may?
“Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!
For love of you, the air, it hurts,
and my heart,
and my hat, they hurt me.
Who would buy it from me,
this ribbon I am holding,
and this sadness of cotton,
white, for making handkerchiefs with?
Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!”
—Federico García Lorca
The pain is in direct comparison to the love.
You say you are grateful? I’ll bet she was too.
I’m so sorry for your loss. She looks a wee smasher X🌻