I’ve got those dreadful puffy eyes from crying too much. I’m wearing my sunglasses out in public way more than normal and have avoided seeing or speaking to anyone the past couple of days in case they talk to me and I start crying again. I can’t think straight, I’m demotivated and sad and I’m eating way more chocolate than normal.
Have I just experienced a break-up? No. A death in the family? Actually, yes. Our cat died on Mothers Day and I’m devastated.
I have very vivid memories of losing pets as a child and in particular one occasion when I discovered our cat lying dead on the road. I remember crying for what seemed like an eternity and wanting her back so badly – I was so shocked and so very sad. She was older than me so I had never known life without her. My mother told me it was an important lesson to learn and that I needed to be brave.
Going into adulthood I took those experiences with me, smugly thinking they would help me to cope with, heaven forbid, the death of a person or perhaps another pet. How wrong I was.
It was seventeen years ago when I rescued Kimba from some delinquent boys in a shopping mall when she was just a few weeks old. They were mistreating her and using her as their entertainment – I needed to get her out of the situation, so boldly stormed up to them, gave them a lecture and then confiscated the wee kitten by offering to pay them $5 which they gladly accepted before running off. Initially I thought I would just arrange for her to be adopted by some nice family but once I took her home my then boyfriend (now husband) and I decided to keep her.
I keep reminding myself now that I’m SO glad that we did.
Kimba seemed to appreciate so much that we’d given her a better life. She always stayed close to us and I remember when I was very sick she snuggled up right next to me the whole time. She’s moved to numerous houses with us and we’ve even taken her with us on holidays to stay with family. She was our first baby and the centre of our world.
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My faithful, loving, beautiful, soulmate of 17 years Lucy died suddenly six months ago. My grief is still raw & words can't really express how much I miss her & all the things she was. My little Maltese, my white luck dragon left indelible paw prints on my heart. She was a one of a kind in nature & spirit .....a constant in my life whatever was happening who gave her love unconditionally and her loyalty with ferocity. I have a beautiful family, giving friends & much to be thankful for in life so this grief has caught me unawares, it grips me & my heart is broken over the death of my Lucy. Wrapped in red velvet & with her favourite tennis ball Lucy was cremated & she now lies in state in a red velvet bag in a Marilyn Monroe emblazoned box with a Chanel ribbon holding a lock of her silky coat. I always did and always will love her to pieces & treasure all she brought into my world.
I too feel this pain. I had to put my beloved dog to sleep earlier this year. There hasn't been a day go by when I haven't thought of her. I've had her cremated and have a tiny bit of her ashes in a locket, which I never take off. I'm planning to scatter her ashes at her favourite swimming river but haven't worked up the strength to do it yet. I too, thought as an adult with a human child, it would be much easier. But it hurts like hell, she was my first baby. Losing a pet truly sucks, be kind to yourself xxx