Since I am still in shock, I feel like I'm moving through the Kubler-Ross stages of grief completely out of order. I've accepted that Rose is dead and I am deeply depressed. While I held her waiting for Adam, I knew she was dying and I was already angry and bargaining. When the vet said she was critical, I accepted and realized she was probably
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I am so sorry. It's a terrible emptiness and I would never wish it on you. My hands . . . my hands were so lonely after losing Tazendra that I had to put a stuffed animal where she slept so that there would be something there. Having there be nothing at all was a more painful reminder than having there be SOMETHING there, even though it wasn't her. In some ways, that was the worst. The lonely hands.
I don't know Beca, but I want to hug her. Thank you, person I don't know, for helping so well.
All my love to you and to Adam.
I dreamed briefly last night of cool white bones under a soft and radiant moon, a smallish cat curled up and lounging peacefully in the company of a much larger domestic cat; lion-sized. It was not a bad dream, though it was a little sad. It was quite peaceful, and the little cat was being well-loved. <3
I am so sorry. I truly am.
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I love your dream. It feels... refreshing.
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