there are times i think i see my cat. it's crazy. i'll be doing something and have to stop dead because i'm sure i saw the cat.
last night i was walking downstairs and i could have sworn her white face sat there on the couch. of course it was out of the corner of my eye, but i'm sure i saw it nonetheless. and i nearly called out to her, as i would have had she been here.
each night i go to bed i think about her and how she spent most of the last month laying up on the bed with me. i've invited her to come back and visit me in my dreams the way my grandpa did. i havent seen her yet, altho i've had frantic dreams about small animals lately.
grieving a pet is such a strange thing. it's like that weight on your chest wont lift off. try as you might, you cant get rid of it. even as i sit here and type, i feel as if something is either sitting on my chest or my chest is wrapped in bandages.
i know this sensation will go away eventually. i just wonder when.
there are times i think i see my cat. it's crazy. i'll be doing something and have to stop dead because i'm sure i saw the cat.
last night i was walking downstairs and i could have sworn her white face sat there on the couch. of course it was out of the corner of my eye, but i'm sure i saw it nonetheless. and i nearly called out to her, as i would have had she been here.
each night i go to bed i think about her and how she spent most of the last month laying up on the bed with me. i've invited her to come back and visit me in my dreams the way my grandpa did. i havent seen her yet, altho i've had frantic dreams about small animals lately.
grieving a pet is such a strange thing. it's like that weight on your chest wont lift off. try as you might, you cant get rid of it. even as i sit here and type, i feel as if something is either sitting on my chest or my chest is wrapped in bandages.
i know this sensation will go away eventually. i just wonder when.
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