Just something that popped into my head yesterday afternoon after I heard from my daughter that she had to have her dog Cocoa put to sleep. She was a definitely part of the family. I was already feeling a bit melancholy anyway and this came out:
The certainty of the passing of all the places, creatures, and people we now know and have known is a certainty. This fact, however, neither lessens the weight of the burden nor the depth of the wound.
Nothing more to add really. Just thought I would post this.