When I lost my beautiful girl over 10 years ago now, I was utterly bereft. I spoke to anyone who would listen to me about her. I wrote about her to try and get the pain out of my system. I fell out with people who I felt didn't care enough. I walked around Liverpool once in a total daze, like a lost soul and another time I just sat on a bench for hours with people bustling about all around me and just thought about her and the great loss I felt. It took a long, long time for all that to ease and even now all these years on, I can still feel the raw pain of that period in my life. This, I feel, is the price of love. You may not feel as bad as I did, grief varies, but I'm still here and I have another dog who I love. I will never get over losing my beautiful girl though. A big hug for you Purple.