First off, thank you for your kind words about my Rosie. I do think she was taken too soon, but there’s not much I can do about that. It’s a little bittersweet thinking about her, as I usually start to tear up, but I’m sure in time that will fade. She was my first baby, really, and it was the first time I was truly able to grieve over losing someone I loved, pet or human. There are a lot of memories and emotions there, but there is also a lot of joy. I was blessed to have my sweet girl for the time I did. And in a way, I thinks she makes me appreciate these two small fries even more.
This weekend we all did a lot of napping. Reading napping, some organizing, and some random business on the computer. Because of the cold, I spent a lot of time in the house. I’ve noticed that these guys seem to be more chill the more that I’m around. Not that I am routinely gone night after night, but when I’m home on the weekends, it’s really nice. It’s like they are saying, “Mom’s here to bug whenever we want. All is right in the world.” LOL!
Are your small ones like that?
It’s been a year since I said goodbye to Rosie. I can’t say too much, because it still really hurts to think about that day. I can hardly believe it’s been a year, though. To say there have been some changes is a wild understatement. I finished grad school. (I still don’t know how I did that, I really don’t.) My department underwent a massive reorg, so my job has changed considerably. So many things are different, so many things happened.
I will always think of how sweet my brother E was that day. It was the first time I ever really had the chance to grieve someone in a way that was natural to me, without feeling like I had to hurry it up or keep it under wraps. He was very kind and said nice things but also let me be sad, keeping me company without saying anything. That was very comforting.
Rosie was simply an amazing, wonderful, sweetheart of a cat. She had the softest fur, the best caterwaul of a meow, and the loudest purr. I would always comment that “Oh, the furnace is on” because she would start with this “Whomp!” and then the motor was on.
I loved how when I got home she’d walk out in the hallway and then back in. It was great, because it gave me time to get my mail, lol! I would then pick her up and she’d give me a face rub. I’d try to ask for one more and usually she’d acquiesce before she’d press on my arm like “Mom, put me down now–I want FOOD!”
I loved how she would let me hold her for what seemed like hours. I loved how she would always walk on my feet. Il loved her sweet little face, with her one blind eye and her little spot of tan on her whisker cheek. She was my muffin. I miss you, Rosie Bee. But I am thankful I had you to love for as long as I did, and I know you are enjoying lots of sun and all the wet food you want. 🙂
My Rosie Bee
Oh, gosh, I started crying as soon as I saw her picture. This Friday marks a year that my Rosie has been gone. I still miss her. I am SO glad I have my two little munchkins, but my heart still misses my Bebe. I loved that she would let me pick her up and hold her for what seemed like hours. (My little munchkins are not fans of being walked around the house, lol.) I loved how soft her fur was. She didn’t sleep on me, at least not in my bed, but she always laid by my head in the morning and let me know when it was time to get up. I loved how she was such a sweet, loving, adorable little thing with such personality. She was my perfect Bee.
That’s about all I can write right now; my heart is starting to ache. (Good thing I have Sophie and Grizzy to snuggle with!) I must say, though, I am so happy I had that rose necklace made in memory of Rosie. I’ve never done anything like that before, but I love necklaces and I love that whenever I wear it I think of her and my heart fills up remembering my love for her.
Completely unrelated, I wanted to add a little about me. I was in a speech competition this past weekend and I took second, yahoo! While I would have liked to have taken first, I think second was a blessing in disguise. I’m finally getting some energy back (thank you, sun and spring), so I’m looking forward to doing things other than practicing my speech. I think the cats are happy, too. They must have heard me practice that close to 50 times! lol
And a big THANK YOU to everyone who gave suggestions about my little chewer! I went to the hardware store and got some split corrugated tubing. Just now the little miss was having a go at it but a-ha! My laptop cord is safe! Whew. 🙂
Hurrah! Tonight was the first night I trimmed Grizzy’s nails. I know it was well overdue, but it seemed like there was always something. An ear infection, another ear infection, adjusting to Sophie (not that that was an issue)…I just felt like the poor guy has been through enough poking and prodding. And to be honest, I was worried about how he’d react. He was a champ with all the ear drops, but nails…hmm…
Well, tonight I decided to bite the bullet. I managed to clip at least six of his nails on his front paws! I tried a couple different ways to see what would work best. I wouldn’t say he enjoyed it, but he was pretty amicable. I figure I’ll get the remaining front nails tomorrow. I’m a little worried about his back claws, though. I think I might have to bring in some help for that!
The past few weeks have been pretty tough as far as missing Rosie goes. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the Halloween kitties! Sophie and Griz are just amazing and I love them to bits. But for some reason I’ve just been hit with RMR (Really Missing Rosie). I had a dream a few nights ago when I realized she was gone and in my dream I sobbed for at least an hour. I woke up and that same sad feeling was with me all day. I have pictures of her that I want to put up, but I’m holding off on it because it kind of hurts…because she’s gone. My little muffin. I still have her as the lock screen picture on my phone, so I get to peek at her throughout the day. But it’s still tough.
That said, it’s nice to wake up to this:
Sophie’s fuzzy foot.
Usually Grizzy sleeps by my feet while Sophie sleeps by my head. They’re so good. 🙂
I picked up Rosie’s ashes on Friday. 😦 It was a very difficult day. However, I did want to share a few nice things:
Everyone at the vet was wonderful. Very compassionate and kind. They also did a lovely job with her paw print.
Rosie’s paw print
The picture is a little upside-down, but you can see her name near the bottom.
I also got a little snippet of her fur.
Rosie’s multicolored fur
This was really difficult to even type up! I miss her so, so, SO much. But maybe with this…I dunno. Maybe this is a milestone, and after this things will get a little easier? I do have to say, it means a lot to have these items, and I am very touched by how kind everyone at the vet was. They definitely made a difference during this awful time.
my missing piece
This pretty much sums up how I feel. It’s so weird driving home and realizing I won’t be coming home to my Bee, waiting to be fed. Last night I set an alarm for this morning and I burst into tears realizing I have to set an alarm – before this weekend, she was always there to wake me up. I miss picking her up and holding her and telling her how beautiful she is or how tiny she is or how much I love her. I go into the bathroom to put on my make-up and I unconsciously wait for her to come in and step on my feet. I wonder what’s taking her so long and then I realize, she’s not here.
I miss her so, so much.
I understand how people get memorial tattoos, although I myself am not a tattoo person – but I really understand it more now. I’m more of a jewelry person. I think I may have found something to help me remember her (not that I could ever forget). Crossing my fingers that it works out.
Tomorrow is Sunday. I’m so glad I skipped church last Sunday to be with my girl. It’s a really nice memory, and especially comforting now.