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It's over and done with. Buffy has passed, and is no longer suffering. That's the one point of consolation in a situation that has created interesting new tensions (a whole different can of worms) in my family. I'm sad, obviously, and searching for a sense of closure with it. It's hard. To me, she's still always just out of sight, sleeping in the next room or hiding in the yard. She's just out of reach. I wish I could give have given her one last hug, but I missed my chance, and now...now all there is, is to move forward. It'll take time. My baby girl.