I got a call from the vet's office yesterday. Isabelle's ashes are ready to be picked up. It's funny--I had been wondering whether I should call. I told the vet I would pick them up today, thinking I'd swing by on the way home after picking up my son from preschool. But how do I explain to him the purpose of our errand? He thinks that she's in Heaven, where God is playing with her.
On Wednesday, I came across some of her medications in our downstairs medicine cabinet. I thought I'd given them all back. I suppose reminders of her will keep cropping up. I keep thinking I see her out of the corner of my eye.
Friday, August 28, 2009
A trip I'd rather not have to make.
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so sorry to read about your loss o Isabelle. It's been a year and half since i lost my feline better half of 19 years, and i still come home expecting to see her, or am convinced i see her out of the corner of my eye. it's those rare animal souls that connect with us so deeply and leave such a huge hole in our lives.
@The Single Hussy: Thanks, I really appreciate it. It's nice to know that there are people out there that understand. It's hardest when I'm home alone and don't have her here to keep me company.
{hugs} i have four cats now (yeah, don't ask how i went from one to four -- i still don't understand myself), and they just aren't the same.
it sound really crazy, but i'm convinced her soul will find a way back to me - perhaps as my child? there was just something about her that i would look in her eyes and now that we'd been on this journey with each other so many times before.
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