Has it really been 2 months, it feels like much longer since I cuddled my Gizzy.
My husband and I were sat talking last night about Gizzy, and we both cried so hard, we really do miss him so much.
We know we are lucky to have our other three babies, but you know, the house just seems so empty with our wise old man gone. Nothing seems to be the same anymore.
This was the FIRST time my husband really let out how he felt, for 2 months I have felt I had to hide they way I was feeling, but it was such a relief to me to know all along he was really feeling the same. I think it has probably been harder on him, as he signed the paper to allow the vet to put Gizzy to sleep, I couldnt do it. I had to do that 14 years ago with my Grans cat, there was no way I could do it again. If left to me I would have been selfish and bought Gizzy back home. He mentioned this last night, that he felt he had ended Gizzys life. Of course he didnt, he took over where I was too weak.
Im not sure if the sadness we both experienced last night is part of the healing, or just another roller coaster of grief... what I do know is, we understand each other a whole lot more now, when it comes to dealing with the loss of our Gizzy. We have decided that we will try and get another baby, maybe a black one like Gizzy, but also the time isnt right for us yet emotionally, we will just wait for the signs. When the time is right it will hit us like a bolt from the blue, im sure.
Im sorry to go on, today is hard, I keep thinking things will get better, but they dont seem to just yet.
Ruth
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