Thank you!

[fenchurch]

I just wanted to thank everyone for their kind thoughts and words over the past few days... they really, really helped.

Saturday was simply horrible... and I'm so grateful to taradaktyl for inviting us over for dinner that night. I'm not sure we would have eaten if we'd been left to our own devices, and getting away from the house for a bit was definitely of the good.

Things have mellowed down into occasional twinges now... Cymry was around for so long, and such a part of my daily routines, that it's hard to miss the big hole she's left (I haven't made the bed in about a week --that was our favorite daily game and it just doesn't feel right without her). The house is also incredibly quiet without her here, too... she lived up to her breed's reputation and kept up a nearly constant running commentary on life. Polly likes to talk, but not nearly as much, and she's got a sweet, quiet voice. We can leave the bathroom door open at night now, because there's no vain little siamese sitting in the middle of the room singing to herself in order to hear the echo... but I've discovered I miss it and I kind of wish we'd recorded her at some point.

This weekend I also informed rackham that we have to die together in some sort of abrupt way in our late 80s... because I don't think I could handle it any other way.

Comments

[queenofattolia.livejournal.com]

Oh, Fen. In Judaism, after the death of a loved one, we say "her memory is a blessing." I know you and Mitch are very raw now, and my heart goes out to you two, but the pain will lessen eventually and the memories will be sweet, even when you make the bed (ack! Crying now. I'm totally putting myself in your place -- I'd be lost without my kitty, even though she just tried to bite me! Siamese/tortoiseshell mix -- what can you do?).

Take care, you guys.

[queenofthorns.livejournal.com]

no vain little siamese sitting in the middle of the room singing to herself in order to hear the echo

Awww! That's just the cutest image ... I'm so sorry to hear about Cymry dear. I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but do remember she had a long, long, happy life with you guys.

[shipperx.livejournal.com]

{{fen}} It's so hard to lose a beloved pet. It does leave a hole in your heart. So sorry for your loss.

[nutmeg3.livejournal.com]

Fen, you know my heart, shoulder and arms are yours. The one thing I firmly believe is that if there's an afterlife, all our fur friends will be there to greet us when we get there. Love doesn't die, and Cymry loved you as surely as you loved her. Treasure the moments when you still see her out of the corner of your eye or hear her voice echoing quietly behind the sounds of daily life. She'll always be there for you just as you were for her. That's a gift, a sometimes-painful one, because it's accompanied by so much longing to hold that warm little body one more time, but also one that's beyond price.

And look! A little baby monkey icon just to make you smile, even for a second.

[bquinlan.livejournal.com]

I don't think the pain of loss ever really goes away, but over time the happy memories do become more common than the sad ones.

I still sometimes mourn my dog Aslan, who passed away five years ago, but most of the time I remember him and smile. Which is what he would want.

You have my sympathy and best wishes.

[bittnbynyte.livejournal.com]

I'm very sorry about your lovely kitty. I'm sure she is snug and happy in that 'better' place where all of our furry and feathery friends go.

"This weekend I also informed rackham that we have to die together in some sort of abrupt way in our late 80s... because I don't think I could handle it any other way."

I know exactly how you feel. I must admit I've already told my Vet(more than once) that if and when the day comes when the last of my 'babies' must go, he better have 'something quick and painless' set aside for me as well. I just see no point without animals. Like the ancient Eyptians. Out of grief (and religious tradition)when the head of the house passed away, sometimes the entire family would 'go' albeit unnaturally, along with their beloved pets. Pets had 'status'. Sounds perfectly logical to me.

[tomte.livejournal.com]

there's no vain little siamese sitting in the middle of the room singing to herself in order to hear the echo...

I've heard that pretty often. I also remember her short, crackly little "mmmmowr!" that indicated pleasure at being petted.

[typographer.livejournal.com]

Ooooo, that's the line that got me, too.

*sniff*

[wildrider.livejournal.com]

{sniffle} I've carried on so much at losing a loved pet I knew I could never be a parent, 'cause I'd have to lock the kid in a room or something to keep it safe. {snuffle}

[bluemoon14.livejournal.com]

Fen, just wanted to add my condolences for Cymry. No one will ever love us as unconditionally as our pets. Keep your chin up and happy memories of Cymry in your thoughts.

[rahirah]

So sorry about Cymry, but you absolutely did the right thing.