Tears before bedtime

I was an absolute state today.
I woke up and cried. Managed to hold it together for two hours and then couldn't stop crying as my flatmate filled up his van with all of his belongings and drove away.
I was literally beside myself.

I can't understand it. It defies rational explanation and it was so distressing not to be able to stop weeping.

It was all I could do to get through the day. I felt raw, bruised, fragile and it all defied any comprehension on my part.

My flatmate Tom, pictured here, said it was simply attachment. He's a vet. He said: "Don't worry, dogs get it too."

Enough said I think.