If February was the month of tragic lasts, March was the month of unpleasant firsts: The first month to start without Bella in our lives and home, the first 30 days without her, the start of the first spring with the emptiness wrought by her death. We visited an animal sanctuary on March 31 to visit with several cats. Each was sweet in her own way, but we left without a new companion. I held back my tears until the trip home. Traci could tell that I wasn’t ready. The pain seemed to diminish just a bit a few weeks after we lost Bella, but her death is hitting me…