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March 18, 2018 marked one year since I had to let my Lucy go. We had 19 1/2 wonderful years together. She was the first of my three and the last to leave me. There's something sadly poetic in how that worked out. She rescued me when she was pretty young, and she changed my life. She was the little light that burned bright with unconditional love at the center of my little universe. I did all that I could for her in her declining years, and when her time came, she went peacefully at home as I cradled her in my arms and sang softly to her until the end.
And now, just over one year later, my grief still runs deep. Oh, I function fine through my every day life, but still about every two weeks or so, the wave begins its sweep and I eventually break down.
The thought of another pet does not interest me. After three cats, all of which lived to be quite old, I am not ready for another lifetime commitment. This loss that I feel is unique, and I think I need to allow myself to grieve naturally for my Lucy for as long as it takes. It is not the easy way, but for me it is the only way. I worried so over her in her declining years, and I tried to always hide my tears from her, so as not to rob her of her precious energy. She had enough problems as she grew older. She didn't need that. And now that she's gone, and in my moments of melancholy, her little box of ashes catches my tears.
And now, just over one year later, my grief still runs deep. Oh, I function fine through my every day life, but still about every two weeks or so, the wave begins its sweep and I eventually break down.
The thought of another pet does not interest me. After three cats, all of which lived to be quite old, I am not ready for another lifetime commitment. This loss that I feel is unique, and I think I need to allow myself to grieve naturally for my Lucy for as long as it takes. It is not the easy way, but for me it is the only way. I worried so over her in her declining years, and I tried to always hide my tears from her, so as not to rob her of her precious energy. She had enough problems as she grew older. She didn't need that. And now that she's gone, and in my moments of melancholy, her little box of ashes catches my tears.