Another Stage of Grief
It's been five weeks since I lost Fuzzy Stone. I adopted a kitten a couple of weeks ago, and he is a wonderful distraction. I can honestly see him growing into the brand new love of my life. He is so playful and affectionate. But as he sleeps on my chest and purrs away, I pet him and the tears roll down my face because I miss Fuzzy Stone and also Busto Jones, who died last year.
The hunt for the perfect kitten as well as his homecoming and all that it entailed has distracted me from grieving, but grief will out. Even though Iggy is a wonderful kitty, I find myself scanning the Petfinder site every day, wanting to bring home a second cat. Yesterday it finally hit me that I what I'm really trying to do is fill the hole that Fuzzy Stone and Busto Jones left in my heart. Even the perfect kitty will never do that.
I do want to get a second cat, but maybe the time isn't quite right. I could fill the house with kitties, but it still wouldn't bring back my beloved old friends. I just have to work through this next stage of grief.
The hunt for the perfect kitten as well as his homecoming and all that it entailed has distracted me from grieving, but grief will out. Even though Iggy is a wonderful kitty, I find myself scanning the Petfinder site every day, wanting to bring home a second cat. Yesterday it finally hit me that I what I'm really trying to do is fill the hole that Fuzzy Stone and Busto Jones left in my heart. Even the perfect kitty will never do that.
I do want to get a second cat, but maybe the time isn't quite right. I could fill the house with kitties, but it still wouldn't bring back my beloved old friends. I just have to work through this next stage of grief.