Hi Cassie. I saw your reply on The Bloggess' post and wanted to reply but there's no option. So I followed your here. :) Thirteen days ago we had to lay down our cat. He was everything to me and I don't know how to exist without him. I've completely withdrawn because I don't have the energy for people and if someone is the least bit flippant about my loss I will inflict pain upon them the likes of which they've never felt. Anyway, I want to tell you that you're not a bad person. You're grieving and that's ok. Do what you need to take care of yourself and know that in MN, you have a friend who understands your grief. I will be curled up in the corner of my couch, sobbing for who knows how long. Feel your feelings. Within that grief is incredible love and that deserves to be felt. If you'd like to talk or text, I think you can reply here or find me on Facebook as Stephanie Kintsugi Sonksen. Sending you love.
Thank you for that. I know the words are inadequate, but I am so so very sorry for your loss. I am intimately acquainted with your pain. My cat's name is Gus. He is an orange tabby with a white smudge on his nose. He was almost 15 and I miss him more than I thought possible. I am with you too, in friendship and love. Maybe our little guys can romp together.
My boy is Chonie. He's a giant black cat who loves everyone. He was about 16 and we were together for 15 of those years. I found him as a stray at a point in my life when everything was changing. He was with me for my new and better life. I have no doubt that Chonie and Gus found each other, just like we did.
P.S. Your photograph is beautiful.
This is why I love the Bloggess and her followers. <3 I also your post Cassie & no, you are not a bad person! You are a human being. You are acknowledging your emotions, expressing them. And that's ok regardless if they're not so sparkly. That fact that even though you're not feeling positive, but still were there for your friend is huge proof of how wonderful you are. My deepest sympathies to you both. I had to let go of my kitty Smoke about 2 years ago & it was the hardest thing I've ever done. He loved me like no other and I still miss him terribly. But, about a month after, a stray walked into my house, literally. I resisted calling her mine for 2 months, but then discovered she had been abused by her previous family and she had chosen us next. She is now the princess of the house. I'm not going to say it gets easier, but you will get through it. We all will. Being scaried (or terrified as I feel right now...) is ok. Now, I must go stock pile on ice cream & those cookies with the frosting on top... we will survive! ;)