Last Thursday I had to cut my heart from my chest. My Little Ren had abdominal cancer. The hardest thing I ever did in my life was to make the decision to let him go before he started suffering more than he already did. I held him as he left; he had given me all of himself and the least I could do was to let him die, humanely, in the arms of the person he loved. And I'm not the only one who mourns Little Ren. My Pedda has been clinging to me and howling since last Thursday afternoon. I keep holding her and trying to comfort her but it doesn't seem to help. I don't know what to do to make her feel better.