6 Months Already

On July 22 it was 6 months since Rocky died. I can't believe it has been that long already. I still miss him so terribly. I have Fluffy with me still but sometimes I think it makes it worse with her around. It's a daily reminder of him not being here since they were together since she was a year old (about). I find myself still bringing him up in conversation and just thinking about him in general. I feel so sad he's not around to see the changes done to the house. I hate the feeling that life is going on without him. He was such a part of my life that it seems like it's not right to experience things without him. I honestly still hate coming home to the house knowing he's not there. Or getting up in the morning and not having him as part of our routine.
I still have his basket in the living room with his ashes and favorite toys. I'm starting to think I need to put it away and finally get a proper box for his ashes. Some days I just feel lost.

Well, just needed to vent. Love you Rocky, as always

Love Mom.

Say A Little Prayer

If you upset easily then you may not want to read this:

A few days ago a neighbor of mine who owns a self use car wash was cleaning up the place. She was dumping out the trash cans when she noticed a trash bag moving. She opened up the bag and there was an emaciated cat in it, shockingly still alive. She raced it to the local county shelter (non-kill) to try and save it. We don't know if it has survived.
After hearing this I was so upset. I just don't understand this kind of cruelty (or any for that matter). So I ask when you play with your companion or lay together, or spend time, say just a little prayer for those who aren't as lucky. For those who are abused and tortured every day. For those who will know never know the love of a family or feel the safety of a home.

Bless you all,

Chris

Missing Our Rocky

Dearest Rock,

Oh how we cried yesterday on the 5 month anniversary of your passing. We talked about all of the fun and silly stuff you did, the trouble you inevitably would get into, your wonderful personality and just lamenting about you.
Our house is just not the same. There are still days I come home wishing desperately you would come down the stairs or greet me at the door.
The other day driving home from work there were storm clouds and there was a bit of parting of the clouds and the sun was shining through. It looked like a painting of the rays of sun casting down from the heavens. I thought of you and hoped that it was a sign.
Even though it's ony been 5 months, it seems like an eternity since you've left. I know life goes on but I never thought what it would be like not to have you with us.

Love, here's to you and all of the wonderful memories we made. I truly hope one day I will see you again. And when I do I will take hold of you and never let you go.


Love Mom.

Garden Memorial Stone

Hi All,

I desperately need your help. I ordered a garden stone from a website called Old Stone Works about 2 days ago. I went out to the last night website and it's gone. E-mail service doesn't exist. I am so angry and my partner burst into to tears about the whole situation. All she kept saying was how could they do something like this. We even sent our contact there a picture of our cat so they knew who it was for. In the end we are devastated as it seems this was a big scam.

So I'm looking for referrals of a garden memorial company. We want a garden stone with a saying on it. If you know of one that is reputable please post here.


Thanks - Chris

Trying To Cope With Loss

Hi all,

On April 22 it will be 3 months since I lost my beloved boy cat Rocky. Seems as of late I'm having a hard time dealing with the loss. I can't get out of my head the last moments of him at the vet. Seeing him on the table heavily panting (he couldn't breath as he had fluid in his lungs) and his eyes dilated just keep playing over and over in my head. I also keep kicking myself for not seeing him before they gave him the morphine. It's like I was doing so well dealing with the grief and now I've hit a brick wall. I'm not going through any crying jags, though I do tear up thinking of him, but I seem to be stuck playing the situation over and over in my head. I think part of the problem is that spring is here and this was his favorite time of year. We'd let him outside supervised and he would walk the grounds then find a favorite spot to lay down.
Is this normal to be like this? How can I move on?

Thanks everyone and Happy Easter.