A week has passed since Boo received her angel wings.👼
Not much has changed.
So much has changed.
Somehow the ebb and flow of time
wears away at you.
It's the first time I've only had one cat
(Annabelle) since 2004.
It's very different.
I miss Boo in ways I can't even begin to explain.
How disruptive it is to have a someone in
your life for so many years and suddenly,,
they've just gone away.
Poof.
Vanished into thin air.
One moment a beating heart,
and the next second none.
So many things can disappear in an instant.
But thank you to everyone who stopped by
with a kind word, a prayer or a purr,
each one meant a great deal to me.
More than I can possibly tell you.
***
I know we all find that as one day leads into
another, that to others the loss that is felt in
the household it happens in loses its punch.
It's forgotten.
That is just the way it is.
Doesn't matter the severity of how it dismantles
one life.
I'm struck by that, and I have been on both sides
many times. Until it embeds itself into your
inner sanctum it's hard to fathom.
***
Grief carries itself for a long time.
Its devastation is felt long after the
shock of it wears away and
everyone goes on with their lives.
I wish I knew an answer, but I've yet to find one.
I've been searching since I lost my Abby.
Now all 5 of the original cats are gone:
Abby (2013)
Gracie (2014)
Jinx (2021)
Ping (2023)
Boo (2024)
Can't wrap my mind around it all.
***
All of them so deeply loved,
and greatly missed,
and filled with gratitude for them blessing my time with them.
