Our home is empty without her. It feels like we're living in a void. Minime was with us only for 3.5 months, and yet, she brought us something we never had: the joy of a child. I can't believe she was taken from us so soon. When I rescued her, it felt like fate. That she's going to heal us from a life of loneliness, be with us for a long time. And yet she was gone so soon? It makes no sense. It's not fair. I freaking hate existence right now. To exist is to suffer.