I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to post about this or not. I am certainly not looking for emotional support although I know you good folks always give that. I guess I was more wanting to share in the moment how grief is a strange visitor and how we deal with this emotion when it inevitably arrives.
So my friend Wushka (my cat) has been extremely ill and I spent last few weeks trying to get her better on all sorts of meds despite the vet not being too hopeful. In the end she would not eat and for a week and was in a very bad way.
I was having to face taking her to be put to sleep when one morning she was gone. She must have just left the house and has not returned.
I am kind of proud of her as I think she took matters into her own hands and decided for herself how she wanted to bring her life to a close.
I am struggling a bit, there is a part of me that feels like I should have kept her in and all that but also a realisation that you shouldn’t stand against the natural order of things.
I know some may not hold animals in the same regard as humans but the grief process can be very similar, its hitting me now after around 3 days of looking for her and beginning to clear away her things.
We all recover eventually but life is so full of distractions we sometimes miss those amazing moments when they are right in front of us. She was such a cool cat. Good memories of us together will help.
Thanks for listening, hope it was not too much of a downer.