I don't know what it is, but I am still having difficulties with the death of Ceaser....oI still feel guilty about the day he died and what was said to the Vet and all..I know it is not my fault and Ceaser has visited me and everything is good. i have not been able to work on his scrapbook so it has been a little difficult. I need to get to Micheals to pick some new embellishments and some more paper and then the book is done, I have about 3 more pages to go and some more writing.
I guess I am just needing to write somewhere as this is therapeutic for me....I really miss Ceaser....and when he does Ceaser things!!!
Thanks for reading....I guess I just needed to express that!

It doesn;t get easier for a long time, unfortunately. Especially when it is an unexpected thing. When you know they are sick, you are semi-prepared (but not really). When it is a total surprise, it is a shock to the system. Plus there is always the guolt factor either way. I am feeling guilty for scheduling the euthanasia of my cat, who still shows some interest in life, despite the dire prognosis of the vet.

Do the scrap book It really does help. They live on in our memories. Record it before you forget the little details............

It's never easy is it jasonsmom,
I hope by expressing yourself here Ceaserthings that it helped ease your pain a bit. I havent even been able to make a start on my Buddy's scrapbook yet @ all.
We are going away to our farm tomorrow & even though we hve Jesse James to come with us I'm still going to take Buddy's ashes with me, I just can't bring myself to go down after 14yrs without him.
BREATHE OUT, then in
elaine

Jasonsmom,

Thank you for saying what you did. I really felt that my boys sudden illness didn't even allow me to think about living without him. His last vet visit became his final vet visit. I thank God that I did not take him to the APA here. I watched when a friend had to have a cat euthanized. The woman had a leather apron & leather gauntlets on. It was violent, and my friend could only watch thru the glass. My boy's last vet first gave him a sedative. I had about ten minutes more with him, to comfort him & tell him how much I loved him. Then they shaved a leg, and the barbituates were injected. I stood there, stroking him, trying to offer some kind of comfort.

I loved your idea about the scrapbook. I had created a silly website for the boy, and that has given me something to work on while all of the details are so fresh in my mind. I'm blessed to have numerous other hobbies that also help. Please don't take offense, but I hope you're wrong about grieving taking a long time. Feels like my heart has been cut in two. I don't really understand how the rest of you have survived this. Some days it just feels so hard to continue.


Regards,

Albert