

Waiting at the vet. Neither liked getting in the bags, but settled down pretty well. Once in the exam room, they both explored, together. I think she kept him calm. Both took their weighing and temperature checks very well. Zeppo had a tick in his left ear, she took it out and irrigated it. Eleanor needs her teeth cleaned, an appointment has been made. Otherwise, all is well. They were very comfortable with each other, which is the best.
Zeppo is hiding now, but that's understandable. Eleanor took to the top of the dryer immediately, but is now wandering around looking for Zeppo. Hoping he'll appear shortly.
Addendum:
Got a call from my eldest brother. Our mother died yesterday. She was 94. I haven't spoken to her in over 7 years, and before that another gap of 8 years. She always said that you could love someone, but not necessarily like them. She didn't much like me. And I don't agree that love can be divorced from liking. This all feels very weird and unsettling, with a dollop of relief. I keep sobbing, and it's mixed with anger.
8 comments:
I am sorry for your grief, for the hurt you've endured, for the sobs, for the ambiguity of the situation.
Sometimes the grief is more for the loss of what might have, could have been. Regardless, your body and mind are reacting in your best interests, seems to me.
Crow,
yes.
Grief is immeasurable and deeply personal and utterly mysterious in its manifestations. Loss is loss, and your loss did not start the day she died. I am sad for you.
What Crow and Gentle Eye said. It's not only the loss right now, it's all the what might have beens. Stay safe, go gently and allow the cats to bring you comfort.
Seconding the previous comments.
Sending a virtual gentle hug.
It's been a rough patch here. Zeppo will not let us mope.
I keep thinking of the John Cleese book "So..." There are parallels.
Complicated loss. Uncomplicated cats - long may they purr.
Nimble,
Eleanor not feeling well, from the vaccine, today. Curled up in the comfy chair. Zeppo a little down as well, he prefers to eat with her. I think he's also glad we brought him back, not a certainty in his mind. He's got a hella purr on him.
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