Still dealing with it...

[elfs]

I said to Omaha last night, "It sucks that our life is so jammed on fast-forward that here we are, taking Dinah home in a box, and thirty minutes later I have to hurtle to the airport to put you on a plane so you can go to Macworld. We should be allowed to put our life on pause for something like this."

Kouryou-chan wouldn't sleep in her bed alone. I wanted to be alone after the kids were in bed. I relented, though, because I understood her fear. Everywhere we turned, there was something of the cat-- the laundry guard, her steps up to the bed, the cat toy under the couch, her food dish in the dining room, the second water dish, the one with the pump to keep it aerated, in the kitchen, the catbox in the bathroom. She was everywhere.

Kouryou-chan said this morning that she wanted a kitten. I said we might get a young cat, but we were committed to getting a shelter cat, because they needed our love more than just any ol' kitten. I guess if someone already has a "free kittens" sign up in the neighborhood, we might go there first, but otherwise we're gonna hit up the shelter.

I was doing okay until I finally got tired of hearing the water dish pump sucking in air. It does that when it gets low. I unplugged it and when the pump stop and the water stopped trickling I just broke down and started crying again.

Bast and Osiris, last.fm is fucking psychic, isn't it?

I can't accept this, we will find a way
Out of this cesspool of doom and dismay
Beyond this dejection there's beauty and grace
A glorious future we long to embrace

All the time, I have waited with rage
All the time, I was promised my salvation.

Comments

[ladyerin.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I'm so sorry to hear about Dinah. I lit a candle for her last night and hope that she will find a way to lead you to a new furry friend. I still find it more than ironic that the same day I had to put Morgan down was the same day Apollo arrived at the shelter, and then waited two months for me to find him. It is really hard to get use to them being gone, especially when you become very devoted to caring for them. Even when they are gone, they are always with you in your heart.

*hugs again*
~Erin

It's hard.

[jenk]

When our kitty died, I emptied the litter box and picked up the dishes that day. But I still started crying whenever I saw her cat tree.

[technoshaman.livejournal.com]

*all* music players are psychic. I think it's a law of nature or something.

May your search for furry peace be fruitful.

[sirfox.livejournal.com]

Losing anybody you love, human or not, tears out a hole in your heart. The edges heal, the pain fades, but the hole is always there. I'm sorry for your loss, she sounds like a fun cat with lots of stories and good memories to cherish. Here's hoping that you find somebody new to occupy that place in your life.

[shadowfey.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry. I went through this a few years ago for the first time as an adult - failure at the end of kidney disease - and I remember how hard it hit me then, crying on and off for days.

All our cats are (and likely will be) shelter rescues; however, shelters often do have kitten as well as older cats, if that is any help to Kouryou-chan.

[shunra.livejournal.com]

Seconded about shelters and kittens. Our local shelter, in fact, asks for volunteers to take several kittens and socialize them (get them used to touch and gentle play, basically). They say that spring is the time when kittens abound.

[acelightning.livejournal.com]

[mg4h.livejournal.com]

*HUG*

[nbarnes.livejournal.com]

Eros still isn't really gone for me, and I'm not even living at The Haunted anymore. It'll be all 'Eros did this' or 'Yeah, Eros used to do that'. It's mostly moved to melancholy rather than tears, which is nice.