I'm So Sad Options

[pipsqueak]

I lost one of my cats yesterday. She was hit by a car and died soon afterwards from massive internal injuries. It was the loveliest day of the year so far and minutes earlier she had been rolling around in a patch of sunshine on my kitchen floor. I feel so sad that she's no longer under my feet, scratching my stair carpet, in the corner of my eye. She was so gentle and lovely and I feel so sad that she suffered and I could do nothing to help. Waves of grief come over me and I keep crying.

[pipsqueak]

Thank you Gretta's Mom and moon-beam for your support.

I am feeling better today, fewer wobbly moments although she's still on my mind all day. I think I'm doing fine and then without warning I remember and it's like a body blow. I popped to the supermarket today & as I pored over the carrots it occurred to me that the last time I did that (Sunday morning), little did I know of the horror to come less than two hours later. I feel like a different person to the me of Sunday. I had also stocked up on cat food as it was on offer - it looks far too much for one cat, it will last us until August I should think

Tigger, apart from following me around, is looking bored. In the evenings (when the children are in bed), he and Raven would often play together, either chasing a pen or piece of lego around the floor, or chasing each other. He must be feeling a bit lonely. As I said previously, they were rescue cats and had been rescued from a home with too many cats to cope with properly so they had 'downsized' when they came to me and now he must be feeling very isolated.

He and I will head off to bed shortly; it seems far too roomy with one occupant missing

Peace,

Pipsqueak

[DannysMom]

Thank you Gretta's Mom and moon-beam for your support.

I am feeling better today, fewer wobbly moments although she's still on my mind all day. I think I'm doing fine and then without warning I remember and it's like a body blow. I popped to the supermarket today & as I pored over the carrots it occurred to me that the last time I did that (Sunday morning), little did I know of the horror to come less than two hours later. I feel like a different person to the me of Sunday. I had also stocked up on cat food as it was on offer - it looks far too much for one cat, it will last us until August I should think

Tigger, apart from following me around, is looking bored. In the evenings (when the children are in bed), he and Raven would often play together, either chasing a pen or piece of lego around the floor, or chasing each other. He must be feeling a bit lonely. As I said previously, they were rescue cats and had been rescued from a home with too many cats to cope with properly so they had 'downsized' when they came to me and now he must be feeling very isolated.

He and I will head off to bed shortly; it seems far too roomy with one occupant missing

Peace,

Pipsqueak

Pipsqueak, you are a different person because of your loss. Losses redefine and change us. Added to your loss is the trauma of how your loss occurred. When we are grieving we can feel really disoriented and lost at times, like a ship adrift at sea. I am sure your little Tigger is grieving in his own way.