I’ve spent the whole weekend reading stories here. The stories provide me some comfort in knowing I’m not alone. For some reason, I especially need the stories that describe similar experiences that my beautiful Jasmine and I had on her last day. I’ve found information about tumors, cancer, and strokes that I didn’t know. That knowledge is helping me process what happened separate from my emotions that are out of control. I still feel empty and alone. As I laid in bed this morning, I searched for a reason to get up and could think of nothing, but I got up. Then I set in the kitchen listening to the clock ticking instead of the beautiful sounds of Jasmine’s paws clicking around on the hardwood floor and her food bowl being pushed around the room to get every last bite of food. How I miss those sounds, but the ticking of the clock is so loud now.