Spiritdog, I understand. When my Misty went I descended into a silent grief. It was the closest to dying I have ever been. I surrendered to it completely. There was no possibility of denying it. That was my every breath.
I was lucky, because after a while my own Misty showed me she was okay in spirit, and helped me through. But I will always miss her here, even though of course I am glad for her, that she is indeed ok and hasn't forgotten me.
My life is NOT the same, never ever COULD be the same. I am much less....and far more....than I ever was before. I am broken. I am helped. I am lost. I am found like never before. I am a mess. I am truly sacred, more than I ever realised I was because she showed me that.
I have found a 'new normal'.
She is 'out there' and she loves me still, very much, and she is waiting for me because we go so deep we will never be truly parted. But at the same time I still miss her with a deep ache. Even though I smile and laugh, I still miss her with a deep ache. Even though she sometimes comes back to visit, I still miss her with a deep ache.
Yes life goes on. I look after a cat. The cat loves me. I care a lot about the cat, and will give her the best I've got. But that is a whole different thing to my Misty.
When a loved one leaves, even if we know for sure as I do that they are happy, fulfilled, will always love us, that the bond goes on -even with all that there is still some kind of grief, and I agree. It can't be denied.