Once again, I really appreciate people sharing their stories with me.
Regarding the breathing part, I am still having a hard time breathing normally, two days after seeing Jaz gasping for breath. After raising her from a kitten back in the spring of '84, this death has been fairly tramatic for me. Even more so perhaps than the death of my son, who was born premature and lived for only 8 hours or so. I guess both deaths hurt for different reasons.
Anyway, I knew Jaz only had a year or two to live so the shock isn't a problem but her absence in my life, (and on my keyboard or lap) is causing my to slow down a bit and reflect on life a bit more. What good does it do if you own the world and lose your soul?