I survived the appt. with my lawyer today but cried from the moment I got into the car through the appt. through the trip to the court to file the death certificate through that process and then left. About a half dozen people handed me a box of tissues throughout the ordeal. Then since I was driving Steve's car I stopped at the dealer's where he bought it 2 years ago and told them he had died and I wanted to sell it. More sobbing. More boxes of tissues appeared from nowhere. Everyone was kind to me but I just could not wait to get home and be alone again. I finally stopped sobbing when I walked into the house and was greeted by my family - Emma, a mini pit bull with 3 legs (owner abused), and Morgan, a great pyrennes found as a stray last year. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't get up in the morning or go outside the door. I just took a look at the pet forum and saw Mary is dealing with a major health issue with her precious Bentley, and I extend my condolences to her for that. Steve and I had 15 dogs, most rescued, during our marriage. When each dog died, Steve had a plague made with the dog's picture and a saying that described something about that particular dog. They are all mounted on a wall in the living room. So much loss on that wall, and now Steve is gone too. Loss and sadness. The most recent death was Sam who died on May 1st. Now Steve on June 26th. Loss, loss, loss.