The other day, as my husband was out delivering kids to school & work, there was a knock on the door. It was a neighbour who I thought had popped round to say hi as it was my birthday but instead he had to break the news to me that one of our cats was lying at the side of the road, dead. I was utterly devastated. I had to stop traffic while I tried to pick him up & bring him back home. (I'm still crying now) He was only about a year & a half old. But we had to dig him a grave & I had to pretend I was ok as the kids had arranged a small party for my birthday. I came close...very close...to starting again but I didn't. Don't know how but I did.