A Question

Hello again. Things aren't going as well as I had anticipated or hoped. It's been 10 days since my little boy passed away, but while I'm in the house I'm still not getting more than a couple of minutes relief in any one go.

I guess this is 'normal', and it is early days yet but it is making life very hard. I'm not looking forward to going home tonight - why are the evenings so very long when they used to flash by! I'm not looking forward to the weekend and the only thing I'm looking forward to at the moment is the passing of time knowing I'll feel better eventually.

Anyway, I noticed some telephone numbers for pet bereavement counsellors and was wondering whether I should try one. Have any of you have ever used one and did you find it helpful? Believe me, this is sooooo not me and if I had someone to talk to I wouldn't entertain the idea. To even consider this seems barmy and makes me cringe. I certainly would never mention it to anyone else for fear of being locked up!

Any advice would be gratefully received.

I Can't Cope

I had my cat for 13 years, the last four of which he's been ill. Last Tuesday at 7pm I had him put to sleep. For those 13 years, it was just he and I alone together. I've never had many friends as I didn't need them with my beloved Duke for company.

The last half hour of his life was terrifying for him. He hates the vet with a passion and from the moment I put him in the box to the point where he finally died (he had to have two injections as the first one wasn't enough for him) he was paralized with fear.

I had thought about having him put out of his misery so many times, but in the morning I could never do it. This time I did go to the vet and make the appointment and went through with it and I can't believe I've done it.

He was so miserable all the time, he wasn't able to get comfy and lie with his head down. He was always howling and meowing at me making it impossible for me to do anything and then I'd get cross with him, but I loved him so very much. There was nothing I could do to make him better. The vets didn't know what was wrong with him even though he had lots of tests in the early part of his illness. I'd smooth him with the brush which he loved, but then he'd suddenly go for me and you could see from his eyes he didn't have a clue what was going on or even who I was at those moments.

I keep expecting him to come in or to hear him jump off the bed or into the bath where he liked me to run the tap so he could have a drink of water. His hair is everywhere, his things are still around as I haven't had the strength to clear them up. It wouldn't make any difference anyway as I am thinking about him all the time.

When I imagined what it would be like after he'd gone, I thought I'd be relieved to not have him demanding my attention all the time, but I'm not. I'm just feeling hopelessly sad. I'm feeling guilty that I didn't give him more love in his last few days and weeks and I'm really not coping very well at all.

I'm going to work in an hour's time which I'm looking forward to as it's a little easier there as he was never there with me so I don't have the constant reminder, but at home it's hell right now. I can't even begin to describe the feeling when I came home from work yesterday, walked in the door and he wasn't there to roll over and greet me.

Sorry to burden you with this, but I think you might understand whereas I don't know anyone who would even begin to comprehend what I'm going through. I know it will get easier in time, and I'm just wishing the days away until it's better.