I share your heartbreak here. I have held three, now, I think it is, of my beloved cats while they were either injected to help them move on or while they simply died. When one really loves and has been loved by a cat…there is really nothing quite like it. But the memories, the energy exchanges, the incredibly cute and maddening things that each cat gives us, those live on forever. Blessings to you, and to Krissy.
Thank you, so much Jordan, for knowing what this fells like. Its been six months since *it* happened. I was backing out of my driveway, in early August, and I ran over her lower body. She must have been sleeping under the car. I didn't know she was there. I scooped her up, thinking/hoping that it was only her hip that was broken, held her as my daughter rushed us to the Vet's ER. Her spinal cord was severed above the sacrum and her suffering was unbearable even with the IV pain meds they gave her. Earlier that day she made it clear that she was needing time with me, so I stopped everything and layed down with her, loving her, talking with her, until we napped curled up together. She was born in my closet. Her mother was my Baby-Girl before Krissy. I am crying as I write this and I haven't in months, though I miss her every day. Thank you for empathizing and for validating my experience. Some in my circle of loved ones didn't *get it* that I had lost my feline soulmate. Blessings to you and that black beauty in the tree!
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I share your heartbreak here. I have held three, now, I think it is, of my beloved cats while they were either injected to help them move on or while they simply died. When one really loves and has been loved by a cat…there is really nothing quite like it. But the memories, the energy exchanges, the incredibly cute and maddening things that each cat gives us, those live on forever. Blessings to you, and to Krissy.
Thank you, so much Jordan, for knowing what this fells like. Its been six months since *it* happened. I was backing out of my driveway, in early August, and I ran over her lower body. She must have been sleeping under the car. I didn't know she was there. I scooped her up, thinking/hoping that it was only her hip that was broken, held her as my daughter rushed us to the Vet's ER. Her spinal cord was severed above the sacrum and her suffering was unbearable even with the IV pain meds they gave her. Earlier that day she made it clear that she was needing time with me, so I stopped everything and layed down with her, loving her, talking with her, until we napped curled up together. She was born in my closet. Her mother was my Baby-Girl before Krissy. I am crying as I write this and I haven't in months, though I miss her every day. Thank you for empathizing and for validating my experience. Some in my circle of loved ones didn't *get it* that I had lost my feline soulmate. Blessings to you and that black beauty in the tree!
I am crying too. Thank you for opening to me, to the experience, and to your own heart.