I can only write a brief amount because the more I think of this, the more sick I feel. My girl Tessa (a blue bicolor Ragdoll cat- see my profile pic, that's her) died unexpectantly on Thanksgiving Day. She had just turned 10 years old the prior October 5th. We (she and I were inseparable-like twins, LOL!) had laid down for a nap on our bed (she had 1/2 of the King and I had the other 1/2)- I heard this awful gasp and I tore out of the side of my bed, and Tessa had arched her back and body out of her "doughnut" shaped bed onto the mattress. BY the time I made it around the bed, she was dead. I tried to do animal CPR but to no avail- I could tell she was gone. {I'll leave the story here) ... my stomach is knotting up and becoming nauseous when I stay on my story.
Needless to say I'm like most of you too, missing her, wanting to join her (not suicidal, nope not me), trying to decrease my anxiety by avoiding some things (which I know I've got to stop doing), and probably talking way too much about her. Because I know most do not understand the depth of the love I have for my girl, Tessa. I wonder if I will ever love again like that...... I do hope so. I look as if I've aged 10 years in less than a month. It is taking a big toll on me and probably on my "skin" family- husband and son (Tessa was my "fur" family)
My Tessa- Sweetest girl in the World