Part 2 - Disjointed Thoughts on the Cats Graves
When I posted the photo of Susie's skeletal remains on fb on Friday I was so angry and upset. I was sitting on the other side of the fence, in what Was my garden, looking at the remains of Susie in the box at my feet, watching poor Tilly dig as I tried to sift for missed bones, our failed as then attempt to find Stormys grave, smelling the graves, seeing my beautiful loved mature plants and trees in the trailer just feet away, remembering the other shock on Wednesday when I thought my mother was dead (the shock of the trees cut down, I found her in a catatonic state, completely unresponsive), that's why I posted the pic of Susies remains, I was So angry at what I had to do. What I felt forced to do having lost everything else. We found
Matilda (13 years passed on) and Susie (4 years passed on), both of them were skeletons but Stormy who died 6½ years ago was full size, heavy and fully wrapped. But the peace I have felt following this has been amazing. They are in boxes and will come with me, Susie has her foil ball left, Matilda was resting her head on her cushion and Stormy had his gifts with him. All have cat mint in with them again and it was sprinkled into the original graves too. They will be coming with me to the next place. There has been so much going on here, the destruction, the carer theft here and legal stupidity of the slap on the wrist, the move, the diabetes immediate insulin etc It's been a very fragile line between coping or breaking. I don't want to think what state I would have been in had I discovered the huge post through the grave and Susie still in it. It's like I have no control over anything in my life 😕
Matilda (13 years passed on) and Susie (4 years passed on), both of them were skeletons but Stormy who died 6½ years ago was full size, heavy and fully wrapped. But the peace I have felt following this has been amazing. They are in boxes and will come with me, Susie has her foil ball left, Matilda was resting her head on her cushion and Stormy had his gifts with him. All have cat mint in with them again and it was sprinkled into the original graves too. They will be coming with me to the next place. There has been so much going on here, the destruction, the carer theft here and legal stupidity of the slap on the wrist, the move, the diabetes immediate insulin etc It's been a very fragile line between coping or breaking. I don't want to think what state I would have been in had I discovered the huge post through the grave and Susie still in it. It's like I have no control over anything in my life 😕