No One Will Explain to Me Why

Anya: Are they gonna cut the body open?

Willow: Oh my God! Would you just stop talking? Just... shut your mouth, please!

Anya: What am I doing?

Willow: How can you act like that?

Anya: Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? I mean, is that the helpful thing to do?

Xander: Guys...

Willow: The way you behave...

Anya: Nobody will tell me.

Willow: Because it's not okay for you to be asking these things!

Anya: But I don't understand! I don't understand how this all happens, how we go through this. I mean, I *knew* her, and then she's- There's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid. And-And Xander's crying and not talking. And-And I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, "Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, *ever*, and she'll never have eggs or yawn or brush her hair, not ever." And no one will explain to me why.

--"The Body," Buffy the Vampire Slayer

As Long As You Remember Me

It's been five years since we had to say goodbye to our little girl Willow.  Time eases the pain but never fully takes it away.

Favorite Hello and Hardest Goodbye

Fourteen years ago, we lost our precious black cat Duncan.  One of the things I remember most about him is that he loved cake donuts.  He'd hear that plastic clamshell open, and he would come running, singing the song of his people.  Even on his final day, when he was so weak and sick, he still wanted a piece of donut.

Don't let anyone tell you the loss of a pet isn't as traumatic as the loss of a human.

 

Prince Rogers Nelson (June 7, 1958 – April 21, 2016)