A couple of days ago my husband's childhood home exploded. We do not why as yet but my granddaughter was living there, they managed to get out of the inferno alive but they lost 5 of their 6 dogs and all of their 4 cats. The explosion was so intense and the fire spread so quickly, it was not possible for them to save their pets although they both sustained injuries trying.
The house was the last place my husbands mother lived before her death, he and his siblings were raised there. It was also the place we started our married life and raised our children. My husband, more than anyone else is devastated by the loss of the house and all of the memories that were made there by 3 generations.
I know that another house will not be the same and nothing can replace what he has lost, but it would be better than just the charred ground, especially since he sees it every day. Nothing was left but ashes, my granddaughter and her husband lost all of their clothes and everything else. Of course, nothing is a greater loss than their beloved pets, but we will all try to go on.