- Dec 21, 2020
It's beautiful. Everything will remind you for a long time. I'm sort of avoiding this web site lost my fur baby 2 weeks ago.
I can't tell you how sorry I am that you had to make that awful decision. Your life and his were and will be so intertwined. You were a good cat dad from the first day to that most painful last day.
Another morning goes by. I am coping alittle better and no longer awakening with tears although that still happens here and there when I remember him but less frequently. The pain of his absence is still emense though. I find myself talking to him hoping he can hear me as a way to still be with his presence... ...but I can’t feel him. Maybe I am overlooking him... a week ago I did ask if his presence could be made known to me and on my way to work I subconsciously grabbed a jacket and when I got to work I found that jacket was covered in his hair. I guess I shouldn’t bug him it’s just comforting knowing he’s still there when I can’t see or experience him. I’ve been hoping for dreams but I haven’t had those of him either.
I miss Ginger very much right now. The pain and tears comes and goes but I am always thinking of him and hoping I will be reunited with him. I had to travel this week and passed by the place where I picked him up as a kitten several years ago and I was reminded of him. I keep asking myself if I did the right thing by so abruptly euthanizing him especially given I didn’t know he was so ill just minutes prior to doing it. It’s so weird thinking just days before that he was playing with me, grasping my feet when I’m on the ground and kicking his rear legs against my shoes while grappling my ankle... or climbing the counter tops when I was making food.. and now he’s just a pile of ashes. I haven’t had any dreams of him, well one but nothing happened in it. I was just letting him and Marshmallow into the kitchen by opening a door. Either way the lack of his presence leaves a big emptiness in me that I cannot fill. I just now feel myself longing to see him again.