My poor baby has had her heart broken again. I've had tears, questions and the whole works all w/e. I've just reminded her that home is her safe place. That she can cry all she wants with me. That we have made this our home, and our safe place from the world. That it doesn't matter if we move to a different house, it will always be our home, because we will be together. I told her to look out for white feathers because it will mean that granny is looking out for her. That granny got her angel wings as soon as she passed, and any time I see a white feather, it's normally when I need her most.