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I'm still too sad today. Ashley is very upset...Melanie was the alpha female and the other girls knew it, and even though she was old and frail, she stood her ground when Ashley went crazy playing, and wanted him to know she wouldn't be intimidated. Of course, he was too young to know that, and simply figured she wanted to play. He took to sitting near her and grooming her the last few days, and now he walks around looking and crying. Poor baby. Right before and after she left me was tough but then it was sort of a relief because I knew she was in pain and I knew it had to be done, so she's no longer suffering. Now, I find myself missing her all the time...like now when I feed the cats, there's one less bowl, I don't get walked on in the morning to hurry up and wake up, and then I have to stop myself from putting ice cubes in the water bowl because none of the other cats like that. Because of the CRF she got to be a very picky eater, so I bought a lot of different food to tempt her because she'd start liking something and eat only that, then start turning her nose up...the other cats are eating it now, but of course even the cans remind me of her...I think it's going to tke longer than I thought.
Skittles
(152,967 posts)Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you.....
I loved you so --
'twas Heaven here with you.
--by Ilsa Paschal Richardson
Rhiannon12866
(203,041 posts)And I know what it's like. You never know when something will remind you, no matter how long it's been. I recently found a pic of of my beloved Barney, who I lost in 2002, and now I'm missing him acutely all over again. Hang in there, since Melanie's companions are missing her, too, so you need to be there for them.
Jamastiene
(38,187 posts)I'm still having trouble missing her too. I keep reaching for her medicine bottle when I wake up to give her her medicine, then realize she is not here any more. This morning, I started to split the food up between two plates, one for her and one for Yogi. Yogi looked at me with his sad eyes like he understood. Sunday Girl hissed at him any time he got near her, but he really loved her anyhow. He misses her too. So, he was looking at me like he understood. Yogi has really been my main helper in coping with this loss. Knowing he is missing her too makes me want to cheer him up and that, in turn, cheers me up...a little. It's hard to be without them when we've been so close to them for so many years. I still miss my Sunday Girl.