After last weekend's result at the Desert Solstice 24 Hour, I was expecting my next post to be positive, upbeat and feeling ready to tackle anything. Even yesterday's Turkeys on the Trail was tons of fun, and I was beaming with joy as I ran along with Wilson and Tillie on the short 5km fun run, whilst Andy sat waiting for us with Brandy who was still recovering from surgery. But if running for 24 hours has taught me anything, it has taught me that a lot can happen in such a short space of time. My joy and happiness at having our little family back together again and getting into the Christmas spirit was snatched away this morning, when I came down the stairs to be told that "she's gone". The shock, denial, heartbreak, confusion, and the immediate grief and sense of loss I felt in that few seconds hasn't yet subsided and I'm still tearing up and finding it very hard to come to terms with. Let's backtrack a little. Last weekend was awesome. ...