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Man, losing a pet sucks.
I mean, it SUCKS.
I keep expecting him to be in his normal spots. I keep walking into the bedroom and seeing the empty spot on the bed. I keep seeing the bag of medicine/food I'm going to bring back to the vet and see if I can return or donate it. I keep seeing his onesies in the pile on the counter.
:(
Sal is quickly becoming the King of the Castle. He's spending a lot of time in my lap, and loving all the attention and snuggles he's getting.
I'm really glad to have him around.
And I'm also glad to have pretty much constant companionship since Sunday. C's spent a lot of time over, and I've been stringing together socialization pretty much 24/7 with all of my peeps. Which also makes it easier. Not doing anything special, just hanging out, knitting, watching TV, whatever.
It's the nights that are the hardest, when there's nothing to distract me. When it's just Sal and me and the hollow spot where Wilson used to sleep.
Sal has started sleeping there sometimes, and that's really comforting.
...
I know that I'm a two cat household. I know I'll be looking for a new brother or sister for Sal soon. As Jerry says, not a replacement, but a continuance.
but not yet. Making sure the apartment is FIP free aside, I'm not done mourning Wilson.
Damn, I was lucky to have been his person.
I mean, it SUCKS.
I keep expecting him to be in his normal spots. I keep walking into the bedroom and seeing the empty spot on the bed. I keep seeing the bag of medicine/food I'm going to bring back to the vet and see if I can return or donate it. I keep seeing his onesies in the pile on the counter.
:(
Sal is quickly becoming the King of the Castle. He's spending a lot of time in my lap, and loving all the attention and snuggles he's getting.
I'm really glad to have him around.
And I'm also glad to have pretty much constant companionship since Sunday. C's spent a lot of time over, and I've been stringing together socialization pretty much 24/7 with all of my peeps. Which also makes it easier. Not doing anything special, just hanging out, knitting, watching TV, whatever.
It's the nights that are the hardest, when there's nothing to distract me. When it's just Sal and me and the hollow spot where Wilson used to sleep.
Sal has started sleeping there sometimes, and that's really comforting.
...
I know that I'm a two cat household. I know I'll be looking for a new brother or sister for Sal soon. As Jerry says, not a replacement, but a continuance.
but not yet. Making sure the apartment is FIP free aside, I'm not done mourning Wilson.
Damn, I was lucky to have been his person.