Comments | lanning: thank you

lanning

thank you

Mar 14, 2017 18:32

Thanks for all the kind comments. :) I picked up Cricket's ashes yesterday. Sasha has finally stopped looking for him and yowling (then getting into my lap and staring at me as if he were asking), which was breaking my heart. I find myself still looking for him, though. The past week has been rough. I'm home for spring break, which is both good ( Read more... )

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raincitygirl March 15 2017, 01:03:08 UTC

Oh, I'm so sorry. I just read this post, and kind of extrapolated from it what the previous post must have been about. I remember you talking about Cricket. The little assholes just worm their ways right into our hearts and leave big holes when they die, don't they?

lanning March 15 2017, 02:49:21 UTC

Yeah, he was definitely my cuddlebug. Cricket is the first kitty I've lost, so I have zero coping skills.

klangley56 March 31 2017, 02:14:38 UTC

Well, as someone who has been through this more times than I can count . . . I'm not sure that there is such a thing as a "coping skill."

Relationships with other living beings--whether two-footed or four-footed--will always come with both risks and rewards. And we have to decide if we are going to forgo the rewards--the love--because of the inevitability of the loss. Especially where our furry family members are concerned. We know that, as "pet parents," we are going to outlive our children.

But I keep opening my home and my heart, as needed.

teenygozer March 15 2017, 03:17:26 UTC

So sorry to hear about wee Cricket. Our furry loved-ones fill our lives with joy but then we have to say good-bye. I remember when he came into your life; he was so lucky to find you and you were so lucky to find him.

klangley56 March 31 2017, 02:07:59 UTC

For weeks I was still "hearing" my Inky, and seeing him out of the corner of my eye.

Now I see him only in my mind's eye, with love, and I am very grateful for all the memories I have.

His urn is on my night table, his sleep rug is still on the foot of my bed, and we still have conversations.

And speaking of conversations, my other two cats have become much more vocal since Inky left us they ever were before. Now if only I understood what they were saying . . . :-)