"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
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So it's been almost a week without him. So weird to be in a house-- in a
world-- without Stinky. I expect to see him all the time-- when I get to
the top of the stairs, I expect to see him lounging on Mom's bed. When I
walk into the dining room, I expect to see him on the table. My mind
cannot get around the idea that he will not come back. Even though his
ashes are now sitting in a little green tin on the table. When I brought
home Mimi's ashes, that opened the floodgates and I knew she was gone.
Even that hasn't done it for me with Stinky. Even with the box of ashes
sitting where he use to sit, I still don't believe it.
I'm understanding, too, something of what Tak went through with Betty-- I
saw my beloved die. Even though I saw him die, I still think he's coming
back-- but even though I think that, I still dwell on those terrible
moments. He was not a well cat at the end, of course, but I still saw
him-- and held him-- while he went from my sweet, alive Stinky boy to a
lifeless, staring rag in my arms. When the doctor put the needle in his
leg, I went down on my knees and made him look right into my face, so it
would be the last thing he saw. But the last thing I saw was him die, and
then his poor dead body. That was the last time I was with him, so it has
been hard not to think about, especially at night.


--
Theresa and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

(((((((((Theresa)))))))))

As my sister once said, the only thing they do to hurt us is to die. And it
does hurt, terribly. All you can do is remind yourself that it was for his
sake, and that he is better off now. That, and try to remember the happy
times. I pray it will get easier - for you, for me, and for all of us who
have lost a beloved pet.

Joy