My husband of 26 years passed away last year and I'm just now starting to adjust to this new life without him. The grief and tears are always just below the surface. I thought I was doing better with the sadness and then...my cat disappeared Sunday night. I know that sounds trivial and probably is compared to others' problems, but it's a big thing to me. It has ripped open the wound of grief and I'm not handling it well. Another loss. I'm so, so sad again and I can't find any enjoyment in life. I miss that sweet little cat. I'm wondering where God is in all this.