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One thing that puzzled me after losing Mum was why I didn't fall apart? I had expected to be an absolute mess when the grief hit and yet I wasn't. Sure, I cried and felt sad but the utter devastation I was expecting never happened. So why was this so?

I was 22 when I first experienced the loss of a dog. Sheba was a Border Collie. A black and white bundle of joy, yapping at our feet...