
I thought about getting a book for the loss of a pet, but couldn't bring myself to order it. Then I started decorating for Christmas. I pulled out the box of all the lights and other decorations, and came across Bailey's stocking. The tears just burst out; I couldn't stop them. Then I bought the candle to light for Bailey's memory for Christmas. Then I found the sympathy card from the vet. Then my husband and son asked me what I want for Christmas. Then...TODAY.
I am trying to get through this holiday season with a smile on my face; it is a mask, but I think that most everyone buys the smile, the cheery voice. As long as they don't look in my eyes, I'm okay. How do I explain to people that I hurt; that I have lost a member of my family; one that was like a child to me, six months ago? How do I talk about how much I miss chasing Bailey out of my Christmas tree; shooing him away from his stocking before he pulls it off the wall? The only time I can hear his purr is to watch videos of him. How do I explain to people that just don't get it that I miss my kitty cat? I have racked my brain trying to figure out if there was something that I missed; maybe if I had caught the mega colon sooner, he would still be with me; maybe there was something more that I could've done. But I know deep down that I made the right choice by him; he was suffering. I know that I am being selfish to want him back, but I can't help it.
One of my friends told me today that I should be over it because it was half a year ago that he died; that I needed to cheer up because Christmas is less than a week away. So, I suck it up, and I wipe away the tears, and I put the mask on, but inside, I feel sad and empty and lost. Part of me is angry because I didn't have Bailey long enough; he was only with me for a little over five years. I feel like I have lost a child, even if he did have four legs and fur. I'm angry because of all of the "firsts." I don't want these "firsts;" and I don't like this new "normal." I still sometimes wake up in the morning and think that I have to get Bailey his medicine. Then reality hits. I had buried myself in my school work, but because of the fast approaching holiday and my wedding anniversary, I took a leave of absence until February. Now I have time to think, and I hate it. So there it is. I miss my baby boy. Life is not the same. I guess maybe I am finally truly grieving the loss of my precious Bailey. All I know is that this pain is real and raw, and I have cried so much that I am surprised I have tears left.