Well, I have done it. Pepper, my cat is gone and living with my daughter. She remains hidden under two beds back and forth but I hear she is purring a little. You see she was my daughter's cat for 8 years before I sort-of inherited her. I keep looking for her to swagger into the room, meow for food and attention. I see shadow figures. I am not lonely for her tonight, strangely. I am tired from crying and tired from changing all my bedding and cleaning out hairs from all the nooks and crannies. Oh I hope this will help me without all the dander.
There are two more wild strays out back at least. Where did they all come from and why now? I am inclined to think so many foreclosures left pets behind but I hope I am wrong.
Tomorrow is another day. Do you get over the loss of a pet? Nope! I will forever be in mourning for my dog Chewy. Pepper I was attached to... Chewy was family. Pooh! I know how empty I will be, how quiet and routine the home will be, how wishful I will be for someone to talk to through-out the day.
I have this stuffed animal I found a few weeks back with Chewy's eyes. I think perhaps he will join me somewhere in the frontroom until I can decide if my heart could take another breaking. Cats don't need you; dogs do. And isn't it a good feeling to be needed.
Good Night America!