This is a first for me - guided here by the need to connect with energy of love for pets loss. I have always been the one to offer support, kindness a comforting word. That brings me joy, but alas, I am unable to offer the same comfort to myself as I agonize over the disappearnace of my beautiful friend "ChewBaby." I have not given up hope that he may return, but he is old, diabetic and declawed. Workers in my house left a door open and searching and calling all night brought no result. After a flurry of activity, making posters, canvassing the neighbors, send broadcast neighborhood emails and visits to the local shelter, my hopes seem shattered. I think the worst part of it is knowing that he needs me and I am unable to help him. I am raw, paralyzed and numb, wishing I would wake up from this nightmare. My story is not unlike those of the many others who love and care for their companions and must disconnect (at least mortally) with their best friends. But it is my heart aching that makes me feel so isolated, so helpless and so alone. I would never avoid the joy and love of a companion animal - it is a divine gift. But I am reminded that the inverse price of that beautiful joy is deep sadness. I will pay that price because the gift is extraordinary. But for now, I wish only for that joy . . . Thank you for listening. A kind ear is healing.