I can't even imagine how horrible it was to find Olive's body the way that you did, and I'm glad that I haven't seen Emma that way, but at the same time, not knowing what happened to her is terrible too. Every time I hear a strange noise outside, I have to check, because what if it's her? And it never is, and then I'm heartbroken about it all over again. Stories like what happened to your ex's cat give me hope, but I'm afraid of hoping too much, you know? Loving them is so rewarding while they're here, but it hurts so much when they're gone.