Greta girl--man are you missed.  It's only been a couple of days--but your void is huge.  I miss you so very much.  No more little one snuggling in the bed.  No more little bit cuddling on my lap.  I miss everything about you--but especially the things that I can never do again--petting, kissing, holding.  It's so strange to realize that I will never see you here again--or pet you again.  It's weird to talk about you in the past tense.  I don't know much about whether I will ever see you again--but I have to hope that I will.