I finally vacuumed today
Haven’t done it since Pooper died because I liked seeing her black fur in little drifts on the stairs and under the bench in the family room. It felt wrong to clean it up. It feels so final.
I keep finding odds and ends, like toys under the couch and in random, hidden spots and a food mat under a table in the guest bedroom. Still haven’t taken the litter box out to the shed. It’s just so weird not having any cat friends, but I am not in a stable enough financial position to adopt a new friend or two. Sucks. The house is so empty and lonely.
Earlier toady I was about to dump an armful of clean laundry on the bed to fold and automatically paused, thinking, “Oh, cat hair,” and then realized that’s no longer an issue. That was the turning point on cleaning. I needed to clean, it was getting very dust bunny-y and crumb-y around here. Fortunately, I am sloppy about vacuuming so there is probably more of her sweet little fur drifts under the dresser and in other hidden nooks.
The worst is I still keep catching myself starting to talk to her.
Sorry for being a downer. I miss my baby.
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I still have a deep sorrow over losing Jagger last year...
Hugs
Had to put down one of my sweet boys last fall. I found one of his whiskers when cleaning up his favorite sleeping area about a week later and just burst into tears…again. The vet gave me some clippings of his beautiful fur before I left him, it actually helped our other two understand in their own way. I’ve put it away with his ashes. It’s getting better but I know how it hurts….
Take care!
I completely understand. I still have the T-shirt I wore to take my Boo to the vet that final time in a plastic bag in a chest. It's the last time he ever shedded on me and when I came home I knew I'd never wash that shirt again.
