Dead cats and ex-husbands

I think I started to write this one morning after a night of dreaming about my ex-husband, John M., and my beloved cat Kramer.  Kramer passed away in July 2009.  It was like losing a very close friend.  I still grieve the loss though not as heavily as the year after he died.  Of cancer.  Who knew cats got cancer??? I didn't.  Anyway, I woke up that morning thinking to myself "Do I ever get to stop feeling the pain over the loss of a marriage and the even greater loss of my pet, my little buddy?  Can't I get a freaking break, a rest area for the heart as I journey on down my road?  Huh, Huh?"  Dreams seem so real.  Just as real as the tears in my eyes when I woke up from the dream.