I don't think I'll ever 'get over' Soshi, and I don't really want to. She taught me how to love, truly love, another being without thinking of myself first.
I dreamt about her last night, and in my dream, I knew she had died, so I was fully aware that it was a wonderful thing that she was there. I have this type of dream often now, and I suspect it's Soshi's way of telling me she's now well. You see, she died a very sick kitty with lymphoma in her brain. She was also diabetic and dependent on insulin for the last 5 years of her life. So, in my dreams she's completely well. She lets me know this, and lets me pick her up and hold her. I miss this so much, that when I wake up from my dream I am just grateful I've gotten to hold her again.
I also know my Soshi was grateful to me the whole time she was here - she was a rescue, and I was able to give her a good life in her later years.
So, when she died I greived as I never have before. She was my best friend. I could tell her anything, and she never judged me! Though almost unbearably painful at first, the greif became easier, more gentle, I guess, with time. I was smiling more when I though of her instead of simply crying and then crying more.
Then I go into a pet store, don't ask me why, as I have no other pets, and there's George and Ringo.
I bring them home, wondering a little if Soshi will be jealous, but as soon as they get settled, I know she would like them. They are each like her in some ways, and not in many others. They are sweet, funny, and loving. I am blessed to be able to give them a home.
I've told them about their sis, Soshi, and shown them the box where she now sleeps. They have knocked down or gotten into everything sitting out, so I continue to be amazed that they respectfully walk around that box when they hop up on the dresser to look out the window or play or nap....do they know? Who can tell, but I can believe they do. She's still here, watching over us, keeping us in her heart, too.