Date: 2004-05-30 02:44 am (UTC)
It's been cats for me in the past, Dear, and not guinea pigs, but I can sympathize.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Even at the best, those seem hollow words when typed upon a screen; stark bits of black pixels against a white background. I wish I was there to give you a hug. To be able to tell you that the sorrow will pass. That there will be a time of grieving followed by a time of healing. And I hope that you will do what I did (though in my case it was a case of fate landing a kitten almost literally in my lap) and aquire... not a replacement, not a substitute, but a new friend.

One that will not fill that last bit of hollow ache that is always there, such cannot truly happen, but one that will provide joy that makes that ache bearable; so that you remember past friends as they were and not as they have become.

I cannot be there physically, Dear, but I am always with you in spirit.

And a *hug* in this way can seem just as hollow as any words of sympathy, but the heart that offers both is still infusing them with the concern and care that would be there if we were face to face.
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