The Sun Will Come Out

My life over the last week has been mostly about Hannah and Klunk, so there isn't much else to say.  I don't have any photos.  Hannah and I picked Klunk's ashes up yesterday, and she came apart again.  She is absolutely gutted, and there isn't anything for me to do except let her sit with her sadness.  I do very much appreciate all your kind words, though.  Most of you know the misery of losing a pet, and some of you know the agony of watching a child in pain.  They're both brutal.  Thank goodness for understanding friends, good books, and knitting.