Piper, my beautiful kitty, died last week. She was four. Her death was sudden, I had a healthy cat one minute and then forty minutes later I was telling the vet to stop trying to resuscitate her. She had a blood clod that dislodged and went to her heart. There was no chance of getting her back. Since then I have been crying myself to sleep, wearing the last thing she touched (my bathrobe) and sleeping with her blankie and her bed. I pick her fur off my clothes and hold them in my hands, I can't pick up her toys, I can't throw her litter out and I can't wash her food dish. I'm crying right now as I write this and I think I am going nuts. I need to hear that I am not nuts, that this pain will stop eventually and that I am not alone with these feelings. Friends and family are helpful, but they don't get it. They don't understand the bond we had, the tough times we overcame together, how we knew each ohter inside and out. She even screened my dates! It was funny, if she came up to them, I would have a good time. If she ran away or hid, they were generally jerks. (Now I'm laughing, see, I am going mad!) I don't understand how or why bad people in this world are living, or people who hurt animals have their pets still, and all I have are pieces of fur on clothes and pictures. (Although I swear I hear her at night sometimes) Anyway, I am rambling. It was nice to get this out and see my thoughts on paper. Thanks, guys.
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3/13/05 at 11:06pm