I can't let go.

I can't let go of the pain that I feel about Mercy's death. I see her all around me, I close my eyes and there's an image of her in my arms, or the last morning she was alive where I woke up and she was curled up by my head, and it's like, I can still feel her right there in my arms, in my heart. Then the hurt comes. I miss her so much, and I feel bad about not missing Grandma as much as I did my cat, but Grandma wasn't ripped from me in such a cruel, horrible manner. I was ready to let go of Grandma, she was suffering and I wanted her to be done with that. Mercy was saved an hour from her death last year in the heat of the summer, almost a year to the day, she was mauled to death by dogs that I am now forced to live with. I'm getting rid of those dogs.