Wow, I knew the aftermath of Skye’s passing would be difficult…..but this is freakin’ HARD! I miss her so much it hurts. As I look around my house I am constantly reminded of her. I couldn’t even go in to our laundry room this morning (which is where she had her litter box and food & water dishes) without feeling like I couldn’t breathe. So, while I was out for a few hours this afternoon (getting my hair cut – just the kind of therapeutic outing I needed today), I asked my hubby to throw out all that stuff for me. He’s not nearly as emotional as I am, so I know he’s not able to completely understand where I’m coming from…but he’s trying. Last night he ran out to pick up Chinese takeout for us and came back with some additional goodies for me – chocolate peanut butter cups, peanut m&m’s and liquor…..what can I say, the man knows the keys to my heart!
But what’s really having an impact is the QUIET that’s now in this house – I’m missing all the quirky little noises she made (purring, chirping, meowing), the soft padding of her feet on the linoleum floor as she walked to her litter box, the crunching when she ate her food, the floor creaking slightly as she walked in & out of our bedroom. Even in her advanced illness, she would still always sense me as I walked around and would follow my every move. I miss my little shadow :(
Guess I didn’t really end this chapter yet, as I said in my previous post. Oh well, we’ll have to just play this one by ear….I’ll try to be a little more cheery tomorrow.