Hello all..
It will be a full week, this afternoon, since I had to say good bye to Artie..
A week of loss.. emptiness, not knowing what to do with myself.. a week of grief.
I miss Artie so much.. I am not ready to post a tribute in the Bridge Thread.. It is still too raw for me.
I got a call late yesterday afternoon, telling me that Artie is ready to come home. Artie will be coming home today... this afternoon...
I want to thank everyone for all the love, support, condolences.. the private PM's have been overwhelming.. thank you..
I have tried to keep busy by donating a truckload of his things, meds included, to the local humane society, returning what I can of his uneaten food to the stores, and will fill up my trunk again with food, toys, and a couple of small cat scratchers for Angell Memorial..
I cannot believe I had so many things for Artie.. I spoiled him..
I still have a set of cat stairs and a huge cat tree, which I do not know what to do with. No one seems to want them. I have them in my spare room; however...
His bathroom is completely empty-- and is full of echoes.. I have swept, used the Swiffer duster; however, I do not have the heart to do a full vacuum, or do a deep clean around here... I run into some litter-- immediately recognizing it as 'Artie-Litter"... the same with the dust/fur bunnies: "Artie-fur".... I have one spot of lactulose, which I occasionally step on.. thinking of Artie, and how he hated that stuff..
Still slowly washing and putting things away..
The days are so long.. and empty.. the apartment is empty..
Who would have thought a cat would take up so much of my heart.. and provide so much of a physical presence.
I miss him following me.. I miss him talking to me.. just watching me.. just kind of 'showing up' when I least expect it.. I miss his cuddles.. his kneading.. his being 'happy'.. I miss his soft, warm body...
This afternoon, I will be going into Boston, drop off a ton of stuff, and take Artie home.. for the last time..
Yesterday, when I got the phone call. I hung up, immediately wailing: "Artie is Coming Home"-- breaking down unconsolably..really sobbing--
I am still too raw.... and lost..
Thank you all so much...
((Hugs))
ps I am on here, reading the posts, several times a day-- yet I cannot post anything.. I will, eventually.. but, not right now...
It will be a full week, this afternoon, since I had to say good bye to Artie..
A week of loss.. emptiness, not knowing what to do with myself.. a week of grief.
I miss Artie so much.. I am not ready to post a tribute in the Bridge Thread.. It is still too raw for me.
I got a call late yesterday afternoon, telling me that Artie is ready to come home. Artie will be coming home today... this afternoon...
I want to thank everyone for all the love, support, condolences.. the private PM's have been overwhelming.. thank you..
I have tried to keep busy by donating a truckload of his things, meds included, to the local humane society, returning what I can of his uneaten food to the stores, and will fill up my trunk again with food, toys, and a couple of small cat scratchers for Angell Memorial..
I cannot believe I had so many things for Artie.. I spoiled him..
I still have a set of cat stairs and a huge cat tree, which I do not know what to do with. No one seems to want them. I have them in my spare room; however...
His bathroom is completely empty-- and is full of echoes.. I have swept, used the Swiffer duster; however, I do not have the heart to do a full vacuum, or do a deep clean around here... I run into some litter-- immediately recognizing it as 'Artie-Litter"... the same with the dust/fur bunnies: "Artie-fur".... I have one spot of lactulose, which I occasionally step on.. thinking of Artie, and how he hated that stuff..
Still slowly washing and putting things away..
The days are so long.. and empty.. the apartment is empty..
Who would have thought a cat would take up so much of my heart.. and provide so much of a physical presence.
I miss him following me.. I miss him talking to me.. just watching me.. just kind of 'showing up' when I least expect it.. I miss his cuddles.. his kneading.. his being 'happy'.. I miss his soft, warm body...
This afternoon, I will be going into Boston, drop off a ton of stuff, and take Artie home.. for the last time..
Yesterday, when I got the phone call. I hung up, immediately wailing: "Artie is Coming Home"-- breaking down unconsolably..really sobbing--
I am still too raw.... and lost..
Thank you all so much...
((Hugs))
ps I am on here, reading the posts, several times a day-- yet I cannot post anything.. I will, eventually.. but, not right now...