Grieving, Bad

I HAVE NEVER "seen" anybody grive as badly as this guy seemed to be, even though it was on Facebook and therefore, arguably, not real. Only it was real, real to me, and I just read the posts. The announcements of his cat's deth had a pictur eof the deceased, a sweet looking, beautiful cat, as they all seem to be. Many people annouce the death of the dearly beloved cat on Faebook, its quite common, a sort of custom, actually, and it must be comfoting to the bereaved. Almost alwasy the deceased feline is old, over ten years, often as old as fifteen or so. These posts always break my heart, and in fact I an almost say that I might rather not see them, accept that, maybe, jsut maybe, that I do see them and respond give some small comfort to the grieving "parent". Pets, of course, are like kids. The most frequent comment I make at the botto of the post is: "I firmly believe that ultimately you and your beloved departed will be together for eternity." Or some version of that. there are many possible versions. Sometimes I mention that "I am not religious. However, I firmly believe that..." Sometimes I feel a desire to explain further: "My love and admiration of nature has always inspired me to try to comprehend nature, or the universe by studying it, learning as much as I can about it from whatever source is available. I then go on to claim that my studies, and whatever understanding of reality I have becuse of them, lead me to intuitively but firmly believe that there sis a systemic, inteligent design and process to nature, and that, ultimately, everythign in the universe ends up where it "should be" if you will, and that therefore, we all end up in dternity with all that we truly loved in this lifetime. I alway fight and sturggle for the right words, but I keep at it, I keep searching for the combinations fo words which conveys what I feel, and what I mean. I nevre know whether it helps any; I hope it does, and sometimes, somehow, I sense that maybe it does, at least a tiny bit. this oen guy was so devastated taht he kept posting every few days, week....after week...after his cat's death, eah time as forlorn as the previous. Vicariously, I began to feel a sense of desperation, a desperate urge to say or do something strong and forcefully effective, to insprie him to peace and some modicum of hapiness out of his despair. so, I said: "I honestly know how you feel, and I therefore feel your pain, beause iI have felt it before, and will again. My only comfort is knowing that without having had a long, lovely, beautiful life with my beloved, this grief never would have been possible, or neessary, and that truly, it is far better to have loved deeply, to have known that beautiful process of loving deeply, to have loved and at length lost, than to never have known it, to have never loved, at all. And I mean every word of it.