It has only been a week since our kitty made the journey to the Rainbow Bridge. But it seems like it has been a lifetime already. I find myself listening for her meows and funny noises. I swear I see her laying on the floor. Before you think I am off my rocker, it is just a towel that is thrown on the floor that we use to wipe the dog’s paws after she goes outside.
I keep telling myself that I don’t want anymore cats because I don’t want to go through the heartache again. But it seems so empty.
Does it get any easier?
I know many of you out there have been through this very same thing. You know how I am feeling. How did you cope?
I find myself missing the silliest of things:
- I don’t find my hair ties all over the place anymore.
- Dirty Q-tips actually stay in the garbage cans.
- I miss the furry welcome mat when I come home from work.
- And when I am sick? I no longer have my own personal foot warmer.
- I miss kitty spaz attack sessions.
I know that some people just view pets as animals. That they are not a “true” part of the family. I don’t think these people have actually ever owned a pet or they wouldn’t be saying something so completely stupid.
I look at these pictures and I think to myself: WHY? Why did I have to lose both these precious babies so soon? They were such an important part of our lives. They shared many of my the milestones in my kids’ lives. They gave us such unconditional love.
And now they are gone.
The rational part of me knows that everyone and everything will pass on someday. The realist part of me hates it. And the emotional side wants to truly believe that there is no death, just the beginning of a new journey.
So, tell me.