The outpouring of support and love in the wake of Archie's passing has been overwhelming and so very appreciated. Matt and I are...Well, we're hanging in there. We have so many questions and so much self-recrimination as we turn over in our minds the events of Saturday. What did we do? What did we miss? How did this happen?
We cleaned Archie's cage and put it in storage Sunday, so that we won't be faced with it every time we go into the living room. It was harder, more final, than digging his grave for some reason. Grief has left me feeling weak and exhausted; I felt alright to go to work today, but after a full day of pretending everything was fine for the benefit of my students, I feel hollow and fragile again.
I didn't want this post to focus on Archie, but I have to address it. I'm distracted and off-kilter, but I'm attempting to move forward.
Last week, I had an (almost) perfect running week. Every day I planned to run in the morning, I ran. I was ready to conquer my long run, but I obviously skipped it. I haven't felt up to running. I do hope to run Tuesday evening and then get back on track for morning runs, even if my mileage is lower.
Last time a pet passed, running was too much time to think. It was awful. But I want to stay in my routine; I think it will help.
I just finished Haruki Murakami's What I Talk About When I Talk About Running and have a full review planned for this week, so hopefully that will help me ease back into blog posts that aren't maudlin.
But I just wanted to say thank you, and that your words have meant more than you can imagine. They've been a balm for an ache I think will never disappear, but has eased at least a little.
I'm sorry again, Ali :-( I know how rough it is to lose a pet.ReplyDelete
You have described the feeling after a pet passes so perfectly. I wish no one had to experience it, but obviously part of loving anyone or anything involves the risk of losing it and it makes you wonder if all the wonderful times make up for the devastation? Of course it does, but only after a lot of time has passed.ReplyDelete
I want to tell you about something I felt after our cat Basic passed away almost two years ago. I felt EXTREMELY guilty when I would kiss and cuddle and pay attention to Christmas and Jelly. I was afraid Basic would be jealous of me giving my other kitties so much love. I know, it doesn't make sense. Basic wasn't alive anymore- it was illogical the way I was thinking (and I KNEW it was illogical) but I still felt that way. I never thought I'd be happy again and I never thought I would ever stop thinking about how much I missed her. But it did get better. It took me a long time, but I can talk about her without crying and dust off her little box of cremains without getting sad. I kiss the little box she is in and kiss the picture of her beside it. Okay, now I AM getting a little teary! It never goes away completely, but I think that is good because it means she was SPECIAL. :)
I believe that every pet is a family member and you should take the time to grieve accordingly. From your past posts we all knew how much you and Matt loved him. I'm so sorry for your loss :(ReplyDelete
Sorry for your loss, Ali :(ReplyDelete