Nothing prepares you for death. At the age of 51 I finally understand that. Everyone thinks they know what it involves, how you will feel, how to cope with your grief, what to do...even I did, until Jonesy became ill. Jonesy was my cat. My wonderful, naughty, demanding,' loving you whatever you said or did', cat! If I am honest, part of me deep inside feels a little guilty that I am going to write a blog all about the death of a pet. Will I feel this bad when my parents die? If I feel this much grief, that even as I type these words my eyes well up with tears so badly that I cannot see the screen for an instant, what will I be like at that moment? Well, let me tell you that I was not ready to decide my cat needed to die, but I also understand that I probably never would have been ready for that decision, ever!
As I take a deep breath I hope that this blog will help me to regain the happy memories that are somewhere in my mind. I know they are there, but I don't think I have reached the stage where they can take me past the deep unhappiness that grabs me when I least expect it. Like now for instance. Do you know what? I just didn't realise how much I loved my cat.
Let me tell you....The only reason l click onto a Profile/Blog, is if there's a pic of a pussy-cat.
ReplyDeleteAnd, local Blogs.....
I love cats....When my George died...That's him...
up top there....! I was in a hell of a state, the vet had to walk me to my car, and send the bill on. I could'nt see to drive for half an hour.....
AND...Me a grown man..! :).
To me the cat is the most wonderful creature on this planet....AND, that includes humans...
As it says in my profile...'Love Food...Love Cats...Love Pink'.
And..If you click onto George, up there....
It'll take you to my Profile, and onto my Blog..
williewine.blog.com/