I've never been inconsolable about things. I'm pretty good about it. Today seems different, though.

Our beloved Missy passed away yesterday- in my arms. We had her eleven years. I played with her as a puppy- I danced with her growing up- I played tag with her tail. I wrote the first lines of my first novel while I watched her give birth to a litter of pups. She was the most beautiful Collie in the world- and she had the smile to prove it.

She was so... old. So pitifully old- and still so proud and lovely. It was just... her time. But I cried into her ruff- I held her and I rocked her and I generally carried on. She looked into my eyes and then she was gone.

I'm... reeling from this. I really am. I don't know what to say.