yup… need a break…
Just saw this gif… laughed… then cried. I miss my buddy a lot. Didn’t realize just how much until right now… Continue reading yup… need a break…
Just saw this gif… laughed… then cried. I miss my buddy a lot. Didn’t realize just how much until right now… Continue reading yup… need a break…
I feel like I have spent more time wiping my puffy, tear-stained face than not this year. How much loss and sadness can one person absorb in one 12 month period. Hell, not even 12 months, it has been a succession of sucker punches in a little under 2 months. Brutal. The irony of my last post is that I once again took a “personal” … Continue reading the year the music died…
“Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.” Continue reading quote…
it’s been one week. In some ways it feels like he’s been gone forever, and yet in ways it feels like it was only moments ago I walked in the door and found him gone. I keep acting like I’m ok for everyone else’s sake, but I’m not. The only thing I want to do when I get home is curl up in the dark … Continue reading one week…
On Wednesday morning, with my bags packed at the door, I lay on the floor of my bedroom with my companion of 21 yrs and thanked him for being such a good little buddy. I pet him for as long as he would allow, then I kissed him on his furry little brow and told him if he was ready, he could go, and I would understand, and that I loved him.
Shortly after midnight Monday, I walked through my door and into my bedroom, and as I had sensed would happen, he had passed while I was away
I sobbed for hours last night until I exhausted myself enough to sleep for about 2 and then the minute my eyes opened the tears started again. Continue reading “Smile though your heart is breaking…”
So, I’m still kicking, as is my resilient little shit of a cat 😉 I managed to have a couple of out loud conversations with people about what’s happening. One was with the Vet at the Animal Hospital on the way home from work. I just, for my own piece of mind needed to know that I wasn’t causing Skitzo more distress by letting him … Continue reading Update…
My cat is dying. (yes I know… not very positive, sorry)
But it’s a reality that I face now every morning when I wake up and he’s not on the end of my bed.
Every afternoon when I walk in the door after work and he doesn’t greet me.
Every night when I go to bed and he doesn’t “tuck me in”.
It’s like he’s slowing weaning me off of him, so it won’t be as much of a shock when he finally lets go and leaves me.
He is not in any discernible pain from what I can surmise. He is just very slow, and weakening. He is still managing to drink water and eat a few pieces of kibble, but mostly he just sleeps.
And my heart is breaking into a thousand little pieces every day anticipating the inevitable. It feels like someone has a hold of my heart and is just squeezing it.
I feel like I’m suffocating. Continue reading “it’s just a matter of time now…”