Does It Ever Go Away Options

[jenn]

It's thunderstorming outside right now.. Big loud booms of thunder. Freeway hated storms. They scared him. I heard the first boom and ran upstairs to comfort him and be with him... but he's not here... I KNOW that he's gone, how could I not... I doubt there's a minute that goes by each day when he's not on my mind. So why do I still keep wanting to run to him... to comfort him and console him.. why does it still shock me so much to walk in the door and be greeted by nothing.

My best friends dad died exactly one year ago, and I'm trying so hard to be here for him as he's slipped into a deep depression about it. I feel so silly crying about a dog when he's lost his dad... How can I be strong for him when my own heart is still so very broken.

Does this ever end?? When will my heart believe what my head already so painfully knows, that he's gone and isn't coming back. When will I stop thinking I see or hear him... It's just so painful and brings back a million emotions all over again. I want to go on with my life but I feel like I can't yet. I still just want him back... he belongs here with me.

[Brigid]

Jenn, you shame me with your honesty. I have told at least three people that 'a member of my family died; because I truly couldn't take it if another heartless person told me that it 'was just a cat' or 'you can get another' or 'never mind, you'll get over it'. I think I said this in another posting, but I didn't mean to deny Ryd's existence as the beautiful, dignified, special pusscat that she was, but the world is so unfeeling that I didn't (and don't) want anyone to trivialise her existence and importance to me by dismissing her as being 'just a cat'. I salute your honesty and I wish your co-worker, however well-meaning (and I think she was trying to be well-meaning) had just thought things through a lot more. Regrettably, the world is full of people who don't have an understanding or empathy and I always divide the world into people who love animals and people who don't. Fortunately for you (and me and all of us), you will find a group of kindred spirits here who understand and, sadly, share what you are going through and you can say exactly what is on your mind and never be judged for it here. I hope your first night in a doggie-free house was bearable. Last night was my first night alone in my house with no Ryddley and it was so awful I took sleeping tablets just to get the dark hours out of the way. Sad, but true.
Thinking of you and Freeway
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