Where Are You? Options

[Steph]

Where have you gone my dear little friend Luba?

One week ago today we were in the park. You were joyfully retrieving your ball, as you had done almost every day over the past 9 years.

Now you are gone. I look for you everywhere, but you are not there. I keep thinking that if I go outside and call your name, if I look really hard, you will come bounding back into my arms.

You are gone. I saw your little body at the vet's. Yet I cannot believe that you are now completely gone.

Do you see me? Do you hear me? Are you upset that I am crying like you always were when I was upset. Or are you just gone.

"Little Dog" where have you got yourself to? I often wish that I was with you wherever you have gone.

[gingerspal]

Heartbreaking that Luba seemed like he was going to recover and then did not!!

I have wondered for myself if the week that Ginger lived was somehow given to me to help me adjust to the idea of not having him!!! I mean MOST cats suc%%b fairly quickly to being hit by a truck. Not my big fella. He gave it a good fight --I think that was for me alright. I bet he could just feel my anguish!! who knows if he wasn't wanting to slip away, but there I was just begging him to stay. I am sure you understand. I feel terrible for holding onto him too long. I loved him so much and I just could not bear to part with him. The vets all said he had a chance--but now I really wonder on some level if they did not take a little advantage of me and my emotional state. The bill was enormous. Not that I wouldn't have paid whatever to get him back. I would have drained all my accounts twice over to get him back.

Were you able to upload the other photo yet? I want to put together an album of all my Ginger photos and also put up a memorial page online--but I sort of can't do it yet. maybe in a week or so. I seem to be feeling better every week. I sure hope you'll feel some better too soon! A day hasn't gone by without some tears--but it is getting better for me---!

My last "day" with Ginger--of course I had no idea it would be the last--he did something really funny--I had the trunk of my car open and he jumped into it. He had never done that before..and then I thought --brother! he is getting sort of complacent...with him jumping into open trunks like this he could be closed into a structure easily and then I wouldn't be able to find him and I would search and search until I dropped from exhaustion and he could starve to death blah blah all this in one 30 second thought. This was the same day as the accident. I did NOT like him jumping into a structure that could have been closed shut on him. A real "mommy" thought. I guess as awful as his end was at least I didn't "lose" him--I was always so terrified that one day he would not come home--I had never had an "outdoor" cat and I really kind of hated letting him go out everyday--I would have really hated losing him and wondering forever whatever happened to him. As horrible as what happened was, that would have been much worse.