My precious, beloved Zenya (aka Zenswept) is no more. She left me a few weeks short of her second birthday.
She has been gone over a month now, almost two, and my heart is still raw.
I found a short video I took on my iPhone of her fetching a silly little toy she loved, and it hurt so much to see her and know I can never hear her mumbling to herself, or feel her silky-soft coat, or find her sleeping under the covers with me in the mornings.
I know in time the pain fades (somewhat), but the scar pulls at my very soul, never allowing me to forget that someone so dear to me was ripped away much too soon...

R.I.P., sweet Zenya. Peace is yours, as the agony of your loss is mine. I love you, and I miss you every day.