I think I finally understand. I struggle free once more and put a paw on Tom's chest. I whine and lay down in front of the coffin, suddenly losing the urge to do anything. I don't eat for days. The family starts getting worried and they take me to the vet. The doctor says that I have lost my will to live. Maybe that's true. Maybe that's what is wrong with me, but I don't care. I just want Tom back, but that won't happen. The funeral is long and I just sit by the cold coffin the whole time.