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A Week
So it's been almost a week without him. So weird to be in a house-- in a world-- without Stinky. I expect to see him all the time-- when I get to the top of the stairs, I expect to see him lounging on Mom's bed. When I walk into the dining room, I expect to see him on the table. My mind cannot get around the idea that he will not come back. Even though his ashes are now sitting in a little green tin on the table. When I brought home Mimi's ashes, that opened the floodgates and I knew she was gone. Even that hasn't done it for me with Stinky. Even with the box of ashes sitting where he use to sit, I still don't believe it. I'm understanding, too, something of what Tak went through with Betty-- I saw my beloved die. Even though I saw him die, I still think he's coming back-- but even though I think that, I still dwell on those terrible moments. He was not a well cat at the end, of course, but I still saw him-- and held him-- while he went from my sweet, alive Stinky boy to a lifeless, staring rag in my arms. When the doctor put the needle in his leg, I went down on my knees and made him look right into my face, so it would be the last thing he saw. But the last thing I saw was him die, and then his poor dead body. That was the last time I was with him, so it has been hard not to think about, especially at night. -- Theresa and Dante drtmuirATearthlink.net Stinky Forever: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh -- Theresa and Dante drtmuirATearthlink.net Stinky Forever: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh |
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Kreisleriana wrote:
So it's been almost a week without him. So weird to be in a house-- in a world-- without Stinky. I expect to see him all the time-- when I get to the top of the stairs, I expect to see him lounging on Mom's bed. When I walk into the dining room, I expect to see him on the table. My mind cannot get around the idea that he will not come back. Even though his ashes are now sitting in a little green tin on the table. When I brought home Mimi's ashes, that opened the floodgates and I knew she was gone. Even that hasn't done it for me with Stinky. Even with the box of ashes sitting where he use to sit, I still don't believe it. I'm understanding, too, something of what Tak went through with Betty-- I saw my beloved die. Even though I saw him die, I still think he's coming back-- but even though I think that, I still dwell on those terrible moments. He was not a well cat at the end, of course, but I still saw him-- and held him-- while he went from my sweet, alive Stinky boy to a lifeless, staring rag in my arms. When the doctor put the needle in his leg, I went down on my knees and made him look right into my face, so it would be the last thing he saw. But the last thing I saw was him die, and then his poor dead body. That was the last time I was with him, so it has been hard not to think about, especially at night. {{{{{{{{{{Theresa}}}}}}}}}}} I still miss my Princess Ivy Punkinhead Puffybutt - and she's been gone for almost 6 years. Every time I see a twist tie (her favorite toy), I think of her. And the other day I thought I saw Smokey on HER spot on the back of the sofa - but it was Tennessee (Smokey was gray, Tennessee is black, and it was dark in the living room at the moment) It's hard sometimes, but the memories will be with us forever. There's probably a reason for it, too. -- ^..^ This is Kitty. Copy and paste Kitty into your signature to help her wipe out Bunny's world domination. -- The ONE and ONLY lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)© email me at nalee1964 (at) comcast (dot) net http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep |
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"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
... So it's been almost a week without him. So weird to be in a house-- in a world-- without Stinky. I expect to see him all the time-- when I get to the top of the stairs, I expect to see him lounging on Mom's bed. When I walk into the dining room, I expect to see him on the table. My mind cannot get around the idea that he will not come back. Even though his ashes are now sitting in a little green tin on the table. When I brought home Mimi's ashes, that opened the floodgates and I knew she was gone. Even that hasn't done it for me with Stinky. Even with the box of ashes sitting where he use to sit, I still don't believe it. I'm understanding, too, something of what Tak went through with Betty-- I saw my beloved die. Even though I saw him die, I still think he's coming back-- but even though I think that, I still dwell on those terrible moments. He was not a well cat at the end, of course, but I still saw him-- and held him-- while he went from my sweet, alive Stinky boy to a lifeless, staring rag in my arms. When the doctor put the needle in his leg, I went down on my knees and made him look right into my face, so it would be the last thing he saw. But the last thing I saw was him die, and then his poor dead body. That was the last time I was with him, so it has been hard not to think about, especially at night. -- Theresa and Dante drtmuirATearthlink.net Stinky Forever: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh {{{{{{{{{{Theresa}}}}}}}}}} I know how you feel, most of us here do - but there's a difference between intellectualizing something and actually feeling it. Knowing you're not alone doesn't take the pain away, but it will make it easier talk about him here knowing that we'll always be here to listen and share your grief. Hugs, CatNipped |
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On Oct 6, 9:58*am, "Kreisleriana" wrote:
So it's been almost a week without him. *So weird to be in a house-- in a world-- without Stinky. *I expect to see him all the time-- when I get to the top of the stairs, I expect to see him lounging on Mom's bed. *When I walk into the dining room, I expect to see him on the table. *My mind cannot get around the idea that he will not come back. *Even though his ashes are now sitting in a little green tin on the table. *When I brought home Mimi's ashes, that opened the floodgates and *I knew she was gone. *Even that hasn't done it for me with Stinky. *Even with the box of ashes sitting where he use to sit, I still don't believe it. I'm understanding, too, something of what Tak went through with Betty-- I saw my beloved die. *Even though I saw him die, I still think he's coming back-- but even though I think that, I still dwell on those terrible moments. *He was not a well cat at the end, of course, but I still saw him-- * and held him-- while he went from my sweet, alive Stinky boy to a lifeless, staring rag in my arms. *When the doctor put the needle in his leg, I went down on my knees and made him look right into my face, so it would be the last thing he saw. *But the last thing I saw was him die, and then his poor dead body. *That was the last time I was with him, so it has been hard not to think about, especially at night. It was the worst for you but the best for your Stinky. He went, knowing how you love him. You can't not think about him. Just try to remember the good things when you can. My heart breaks for your heart. Theresa and Dante and Stinky -- Will in New Haven |
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"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
... So it's been almost a week without him. So weird to be in a house-- in a world-- without Stinky. I expect to see him all the time-- when I get to the top of the stairs, I expect to see him lounging on Mom's bed. When I walk into the dining room, I expect to see him on the table. My mind cannot get around the idea that he will not come back. Even though his ashes are now sitting in a little green tin on the table. When I brought home Mimi's ashes, that opened the floodgates and I knew she was gone. Even that hasn't done it for me with Stinky. Even with the box of ashes sitting where he use to sit, I still don't believe it. I'm understanding, too, something of what Tak went through with Betty-- I saw my beloved die. Even though I saw him die, I still think he's coming back-- but even though I think that, I still dwell on those terrible moments. He was not a well cat at the end, of course, but I still saw him-- and held him-- while he went from my sweet, alive Stinky boy to a lifeless, staring rag in my arms. When the doctor put the needle in his leg, I went down on my knees and made him look right into my face, so it would be the last thing he saw. But the last thing I saw was him die, and then his poor dead body. That was the last time I was with him, so it has been hard not to think about, especially at night. -- Theresa and Dante drtmuirATearthlink.net (((((((((Theresa))))))))) As my sister once said, the only thing they do to hurt us is to die. And it does hurt, terribly. All you can do is remind yourself that it was for his sake, and that he is better off now. That, and try to remember the happy times. I pray it will get easier - for you, for me, and for all of us who have lost a beloved pet. Joy |
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I held my Scooter Dog as the life drained out of her but, I knew she would
wake up at the bridge and to wellness again. It didn't make it easier, just gave it a purpose and she knew I was there and doing what I thought best for her, not me. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other, that is all you can do. "Kreisleriana" wrote in message ... So it's been almost a week without him. So weird to be in a house-- in a world-- without Stinky. I expect to see him all the time-- when I get to the top of the stairs, I expect to see him lounging on Mom's bed. When I walk into the dining room, I expect to see him on the table. My mind cannot get around the idea that he will not come back. Even though his ashes are now sitting in a little green tin on the table. When I brought home Mimi's ashes, that opened the floodgates and I knew she was gone. Even that hasn't done it for me with Stinky. Even with the box of ashes sitting where he use to sit, I still don't believe it. I'm understanding, too, something of what Tak went through with Betty-- I saw my beloved die. Even though I saw him die, I still think he's coming back-- but even though I think that, I still dwell on those terrible moments. He was not a well cat at the end, of course, but I still saw him-- and held him-- while he went from my sweet, alive Stinky boy to a lifeless, staring rag in my arms. When the doctor put the needle in his leg, I went down on my knees and made him look right into my face, so it would be the last thing he saw. But the last thing I saw was him die, and then his poor dead body. That was the last time I was with him, so it has been hard not to think about, especially at night. -- Theresa and Dante drtmuirATearthlink.net Stinky Forever: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh -- Theresa and Dante drtmuirATearthlink.net Stinky Forever: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh |
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"Kreisleriana" wrote in message ... So it's been almost a week without him. So weird to be in a house-- in a world-- without Stinky. I expect to see him all the time-- when I get to the top of the stairs, I expect to see him lounging on Mom's bed. When I walk into the dining room, I expect to see him on the table. My mind cannot get around the idea that he will not come back. Even though his ashes are now sitting in a little green tin on the table. When I brought home Mimi's ashes, that opened the floodgates and I knew she was gone. Even that hasn't done it for me with Stinky. Even with the box of ashes sitting where he use to sit, I still don't believe it. I'm understanding, too, something of what Tak went through with Betty-- I saw my beloved die. Even though I saw him die, I still think he's coming back-- but even though I think that, I still dwell on those terrible moments. He was not a well cat at the end, of course, but I still saw him-- and held him-- while he went from my sweet, alive Stinky boy to a lifeless, staring rag in my arms. When the doctor put the needle in his leg, I went down on my knees and made him look right into my face, so it would be the last thing he saw. But the last thing I saw was him die, and then his poor dead body. That was the last time I was with him, so it has been hard not to think about, especially at night. Oh, my poor dear girl, my heart aches for you. Reading this takes me straight back to the worst of my own grief that I've felt. I believe what you are experiencing (and I did, too) is a form of post traumatic stress. Once I realised this it became easier to understand. After all what could possible be worse than witnessing the person or animal you loved with all your heart die in front of you? I can't think of anything. It will not help you at the moment if I say that one day only the happy memories will remain because you won't believe me. It's true, though. In the meantime, allow yourself to grieve in your own way, for as long as it takes, and remember that I think of you every day in your loss and send you strength over the miles. (hugs) Tweed |
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"Kreisleriana" wrote:
So it's been almost a week without him. So weird to be in a house-- in a world-- without Stinky. I expect to see him all the time-- when I get to the top of the stairs, I expect to see him lounging on Mom's bed. When I walk into the dining room, I expect to see him on the table. My mind cannot get around the idea that he will not come back. Even though his ashes are now sitting in a little green tin on the table. When I brought home Mimi's ashes, that opened the floodgates and I knew she was gone. Even that hasn't done it for me with Stinky. Even with the box of ashes sitting where he use to sit, I still don't believe it. I'm understanding, too, something of what Tak went through with Betty-- I saw my beloved die. Even though I saw him die, I still think he's coming back-- but even though I think that, I still dwell on those terrible moments. He was not a well cat at the end, of course, but I still saw him-- and held him-- while he went from my sweet, alive Stinky boy to a lifeless, staring rag in my arms. When the doctor put the needle in his leg, I went down on my knees and made him look right into my face, so it would be the last thing he saw. But the last thing I saw was him die, and then his poor dead body. That was the last time I was with him, so it has been hard not to think about, especially at night. Oh Theresa, I've cried over your loss. When I lost Betty, I felt I understood what you went through with Mimi. And I understand what you must be going through with Stinky. I think that my life just stopped in a very real way when I sent Betty over the Bridge more than two years ago. Neither work, nor hobbies, or even family is ever as foremost on my mind as that little girl. I don't know if I'd still be here if it weren't for Dot, who I often find myself accidentally calling "Betty", and Buster, who currently has his inquisitive oversized head stuck in a cereal box that I'd emptied for cardboard recycling. I wish that death didn't have to be the last thing we saw of our babies. But as bad as it is, I think it might be even worse if we weren't there to see them off to their next journey. |
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"Kreisleriana" wrote in message ... So it's been almost a week without him. So weird to be in a house-- in a world-- without Stinky. What has helped me, I don't know if it will be any help to you. But for many of our furkids that have gone over the years, it didn't feel like they were truly gone. With some I felt their presence for just a little while, a few days or a few weeks. Others I still feel with me. My very closest used to sit to the left of me on the sofa, just as close as she could get. There are times I can still feel her there. And no dog or cat we've had since ever sits in that spot. Some part of him will always be with you. If it is spirit or memory or what, only you know. Can any life, having touched ours, every be truly gone? Jo |
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Takayuki wrote:
"Kreisleriana" wrote: So it's been almost a week without him. So weird to be in a house-- in a world-- without Stinky. I expect to see him all the time-- when I get to the top of the stairs, I expect to see him lounging on Mom's bed. When I walk into the dining room, I expect to see him on the table. My mind cannot get around the idea that he will not come back. Even though his ashes are now sitting in a little green tin on the table. When I brought home Mimi's ashes, that opened the floodgates and I knew she was gone. Even that hasn't done it for me with Stinky. Even with the box of ashes sitting where he use to sit, I still don't believe it. I'm understanding, too, something of what Tak went through with Betty-- I saw my beloved die. Even though I saw him die, I still think he's coming back-- but even though I think that, I still dwell on those terrible moments. He was not a well cat at the end, of course, but I still saw him-- and held him-- while he went from my sweet, alive Stinky boy to a lifeless, staring rag in my arms. When the doctor put the needle in his leg, I went down on my knees and made him look right into my face, so it would be the last thing he saw. But the last thing I saw was him die, and then his poor dead body. That was the last time I was with him, so it has been hard not to think about, especially at night. Oh Theresa, I've cried over your loss. When I lost Betty, I felt I understood what you went through with Mimi. And I understand what you must be going through with Stinky. I think that my life just stopped in a very real way when I sent Betty over the Bridge more than two years ago. Neither work, nor hobbies, or even family is ever as foremost on my mind as that little girl. I don't know if I'd still be here if it weren't for Dot, who I often find myself accidentally calling "Betty", and Buster, who currently has his inquisitive oversized head stuck in a cereal box that I'd emptied for cardboard recycling. As Marina has said on several occasions, laughter (in her case, at Caliban's antics) seemed to be the best comfort for grief. Or at least, for the worst of the grief, when it seems like you can never be happy again. How can you believe there's no joy in the world when your cat has his head stuck in an empty cereal box? I remember when you (Tak) could not get the final image of Betty out of your mind, when all of your happy memories of her were obliterated by that final, grim, devastating picture. And I also remember when you met your friend's cat, and making a small connection with that cat suddenly allowed the good memories of Betty to come back. That's when I realized that, although you will probably never stop missing her, some real healing had taken place. You were no longer in the same state of grief. You were starting to get ready for the next step - to reach out to another cat. Theresa, before I saw Takayuki's response, but also before I had a chance to respond to your post myself, I was thinking this very thing. Right now, all you can remember is that terrible last sight of him. But it won't stay that way. You just need to get through this part of the mourning, and I know it's awful. But when you start to be able to remember the good things, and to be able to enjoy those memories, I think you will know that the healing is starting. In the meantime, I hope that Dante can make you laugh, as well as comfort you in other ways. Now that he's the man of the house, he might surprise you. {{{Theresa}}} -- Joyce ^..^ (To email me, remove the X's from my user name.) |
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