My profound thanks to all those who wrote me about Cully-- it helps some... I am trying to be like an oyster: when an oyster gets some sand inside it and feels pain, it starts covering the sand with nacre until the sand grains have become a smooth, round pearl carried inside the oyster. I am trying to wrap the pain of loss in memories of happy, sweet, silly times so that I have a pearl of good Cully memories inside me, to carry around forever. Sometimes I almost feel like I am holding him in my arms again, and I dreamed of him last night, so I think it's working. Still, it hurts. My condolences to anyone else facing a similar situation. Hug all your fuzzies tight... (until they squirm and say quit it, anyway) Regina Regina Harrison [log in to unmask] or [log in to unmask] http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/1083 http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Labyrinth/8096 ...melancholia, mon cher... [Posted in FML issue 3153]