When we are alone

I lost a dear pet a few weeks ago. I loved Henry, a black cat starting to get grey around the gills. He was 15, and he had a massive heart attack. I loved him. And now I freak out with every little twitch the other love of my life, Robert, makes. But what I forget is that even though I feel alone I am not alone. Even when mom passes, when Robert passes, when all my friends (pets and people) pass I am not alone. God is always there. Jesus walks with me. Jesus loves me.And He knows I hurt. He lived through it.