Grief Rebounding! Options

[ragdollfloozie]

I lost my girl Hobbes the cat just about two months ago. She was 20 something and she'd just faded away and died from old age. The cat lived a pretty wonderful life,living with friends of ours 'till she was 10 and then we adopted her and she was with us for 10 years. She always had food,hugs,treats and there was always another cat around her to keep her company. She lived a good life and I think she died a good death. I just feel so hopelessly sad a lot of the time.

I was devastated the first few weeks...truly in pain. The pain subsided and I stopped having to find dark corners to cry in. I was starting to come back. The last week or so has found me crying and crying again. I don't understand this. I was starting to bounce back and feel better about things. Is it normal to start feeling good and then to have this all crash down again?

[ragdollfloozie]

Thank you for your kind words...she was a most beautiful cat. Sometimes I'd just pick her up (she lay in my arms like a baby..that was cool) and cuddle her and marvel at what a lovely girl she was. That was only one great thing about her. She truly loved to be around people and was most patient with drunks and children. That sounds awful (the drunks part) but a rather silly friend of ours bopped into our house one night, three sheets to the wind, and proceeded to keep Hobbitty on her lap all evening. Most cats would have flipped. She also let another friends little girl pick her up and drape her over her arm and stayed (no claws out) with the child as she walked out to the kitchen. We "removed" the her from the child's arm but the cat just took it in stride. She would sit on my husband's shoulders outside on the patio and even as he walked around the house. I never went to bed without her right next to me and she would often curl up with her face on mine. Her first persons had raised her gently and because of her birth defect (she was clubfooted) they had carried her around for the first six months.

Funny thing about the clubfoot...you never noticed it when you got to know her. It altered her gait(of course)so she moved with a bit of a hopping motion and would either go on three legs or use the "wrist" part of her leg for balance. Yes! she could run...not like the wind but she could boogy when the vacuum cleaner was on. She could also jump ,and even up to about 3 months before she died, she could get up on the dining room table.

That always made me laugh because I remember the first time I met her at my friends house when she was about 5 years old. She was chasing rolled socks around and when we sat down for supper she lept up on the table and made a dive for the pork chops. She also stole soda crackers from my mom once when she visited. The next time my mom made sure the crackers and the cat were monitored...who would have thought.

Again....I want to thank you all for your kindness and thank you for giving me a chance to talk about my sweetie pie.

((((hugs)))