It became clear a week ago Tuesday that there was no kindness in waiting. It was sooner than expected, but sometimes expectations are more hope than reality. The night before, she crept next to my pillow as I lay awake. I feared it was the last time, and tried to memorize the feel of soft, fine fur. the feel of whiskers brushing against the back of my arm, the feel of purr vibrato under my hand. And yet, nine days later, the memory of touch fades.
The grief, however, stays fresh.
It looks like we have The Professor’s aunt and uncle coming to stay with us the weekend of Feb. 22nd. They stayed with us for a weekend last year, and while I enjoy their company, I was totally fried by the end of their stay. What to do with four adults and three cats in…
Reality television participants, People who don’t get the concept of “personal space”Circle I Limbo DMV photographers, The guy who invented SpandexCircle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind Advertising jingle writersCircle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow Shoppers in the “8 items or less” line holding 10 items, Drivers holding cell phonesCircle IV…
my mother’s 80th birthday. I’m sitting here with my first cup of tea of the day, musing on this. It’s a strange thing, the remembrance of the birthday for one who has died. There’s still cause for celebration, but I’m not sure the proper form the celebration should take. Going to the cemetary with a…
going home by five minutes? Ding ding! Take that, Chevron. Take the “What weird obsession are you?” quiz by Kazzie! I don’t even know what a Lamer Trolley is. I don’t care who you got it from Daffy – you’re the one I got this quiz from. You are taking advantage of my addiction to…
It’s a slow, grey afternoon. The highlight so far has been the discovery that my neighbor’s car door opener sounds identical to the input pad on my microwave oven. I was sitting at my desk, staring at my 5748th game of Snood (no lie, I took that directly off of the Snood score page) and…
I dyed my hair. Nothing major, just a rinse to cover the creeping grey scourge. It’s still wet, so I can’t really evaluate the results yet. I’m already afraid of what I’ll see when my hair dries, though.
I’m so sorry for your fur baby loss. Sometimes I’m so sad that we outlive our pets, but at other times I’m grateful because I have come to love so many wonderful fur babies over the years, and not just my own fur babies, either. I love my friends and relatives fur babies almost as much as I love my own. Of all the death stories out there, I really hope the Rainbow Bridge is the one that is true. I can think of no better reward for a life lived kindly than spending eternity with all my beloved fur babies. We are going to need an exceptionally large bed, however. 😉
P.S. Somehow I missed the previous entry. If the above message is unwanted, please feel free to delete it. I won’t mind. I just didn’t know about your feelings on the topic until after I wrote it. I find that myth comforting, but if it bothers you, by all means, remove it.
I’m so sorry. A very special fellow-creature like Selkie leaves a huge gap.
So sorry. I’m thinking of you.
So sorry for your loss.
What a sweet little thing she was. After I read your previous entry and told Tech Man about it, we reminisced about when you first got her. Was it her distinctive fur pattern you posted on the DT? He said that seems so long ago. I guess it’s a lifetime. We’re very sorry for your loss. I’m sorry it’s taken me some time to comment here, but circumstances and hardware limitations (no computer access, just a phone I’m still learning to use) prevented it. I hope your heart feels a little less sore….
I feel like I may not be correct about that photo on the DT. If I’m wrong, I apologize. I do remember this little gray kitty as being very cute and sweet, though.
{{Hugs}}