My cat died.
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I am sorry… RIP Phoenix
It is no secret that I didn’t like your cat. That is because he was a cat. However, I do feel badly for you, and I am sorry for your loss.
Hey Becca,
I am so sorry..you are right–the frosting. You have been through sooo much lately! When it rains it pours, I guess.
As far as Phoenix goes, I know that cats can be hard to attach to and you never really know how much they mean until they aren’t around anymore…We had a grey cat named Puma, a stray…we fed him and took him in one winter when it was really cold. When he died we were shocked at how much we missed him sneaking in the house when we left to door open and leaving things for us at the doostep…
So, I guess what I am saying is that it is understandable to be sad even if your feelings were ambiguous towards him when he was living. It’s also ok to think–well, what the heck else could possibly happen???
I am certain things will look up in no time and until then–keep the faith, chica!
It has been wierd. I didn’t think I liked the cat at all, but I have found myself looking for him everyday since. I feel bad, because he died alone. I also feel bad, because our lives were so crazy these last 2 weeks that we didn’t really spend time with him. Buring him was very hard to do. I held in the tears, but I really do feel like something is missing now. Why?