Loss

My friend Paul came to my door and with vacant eyes, told me Yosha had died.  The night before Yosha was unable to walk.  She seemed to not be her self.  Fourteen years she used the most to explore her world with gusto.  Paul was experiencing guilt as he told me he had just put her down, cremated, ashes to pick up later.  The loss of a loved friend that leaves .  What can a friend offer to another, when grief and loss are so deep.