07/01/2020
It’s been an entire month since Tiny passed. I can’t believe that it’s been that long already. It still feels really fresh, like it just happened. Life doesn’t wait around for grief, it carries on mercilessly forward. As much as you want it to just stand still for a few moments and let you catch your breath and regain your bearings, it cruelly marches on forward. It makes you deal with things you’re not ready for, don’t want to deal with…simply because time refuses to slow its flow over something as ‘insignificant’ as personal loss. My cat Pebbles has really stepped things up and been super extra loving and cuddly all month. He seems to have sensed my hurt and has cranked up his love output to the max. I’m thankful that I have such a loving snuggle-whore cat, he’s really helped get me through this. I won’t be ready for another dog for a while, I think. I need time to heal. I have, however, decided to become a furmom to a whole new species. Watch this space.