It feels like a house with one of its children gone. Perhaps even emptier than that.
It feels like a song with no music or lyrics. Perhaps even quieter than that.
It feels like a bed with no one to warm it. Perhaps even colder than that.
It feels like a list of unfulfilled promises that can never be redeemed. Perhaps even more disappointing than that.
At least now he can sleep peacefully without suffering. That’s the only substantive good I can find in this hollow.
Loki, February 1997 – May 2014
You have my heartfelt sympathy, Jason. I don’t have any children to
“lose,” but I have (and have had) lots of animal companions, and I
know how bad it hurts. I’m literally tearing up as I write this,
and I didn’t even know Loki. If you feel as bad as it seems, Loki
must have been a great companion.