(((((sabby)))))
No stuffed animals but I do have my dog. Sometimes I put my arm around her and hold on. Its those darn feelings that come after that really gets to me. The ones that are there but really are not. The worries that it will happen again and I will die from it. I know better than this and it makes me so angry that I allow myself to get this way. What a perpetual predictiment...blah....