QUOTE (beth26 @ Aug 15 2008, 02:48 PM)

I've been ok with feeling sad these past two weeks. But, today has been tough. I kept myself busy that first week she'd been gone, but now I'm home today having time to think. I recently ordered some pics that I only had on my computer to put in a photo album and they came today. When I got them I realized that today was the second week she's been gone. It is weird it feels like it just happened and yet at the same time it feels like she's been gone so long.
What's getting to me now is that things that used to bother me, I can't seem to handle. A disagreement with family or friends or thoughts of inadequacies (normal stuff) that used to be more fleeting seem harder to shake. It is hard to feel so easily emotional. I had my Pushkin throughout so many years. She has been the constant source of comfort. People, even myself, are so random. Sometimes they feel supportive and other times not. I know this is normal, but it seems harder to deal with right now. So, it is so tempting to separate yourself from things that might set you off.
Anyway, I'm a teacher, so the one thing that does feel good is getting my room ready for next year. It seems to be the only thing that puts me in the right mode.
Hi beth26
You summed up feelings and stuff I've been going through myself, so many similarities - reading your post it could almost have come from me - if that makes sense. So I felt I had to reply. My little angel Marilyn will have been gone two weeks Monday. I know exactly what you mean about it feeling like it just happened yet also it feels like she's been gone so long. Life goes on but it feels so wrong.
I too struggle with the everyday stuff - yesterday a client in work rang to say that their aunt had died, aged 92. She said the end was peaceful, and that was all she could have wished for. I found it hard not to break down. Other clients were a bit "off" with me in the morning and it really got to me, I struggled through the day whereas normally I would have just shrugged it off (of course I would have been sad the lady's aunt had died but you know what I mean). Some days I struggle just to get showered and dressed.
Marilyn was with me 15, nearly 16 years and like your Pushkin, she (and her sister Chi who thank God is sleeping next to me) were really the only constant. In 15 years, people come and go, relationships come and go, even friends come and go. I moved house 5 times, yet those little dogs were there throughout it all. Never demanding, never criticising. They were just there.
I don't know why we have these feelings, I guess it is part of intense grief, I don't know any of the answers but I know it helps to post here, its the one place people understand and are always supportive.
I wish they were like that in everyday life.
meens xx