After all the sad news…

Here are some gratuitous project pictures!

The first is my weaving.  It’s done!  I’m not totally sure what “it” is yet, it might be a table runner, or a wall hanging… someone even suggested (ack!) that I CUT (shudder) it and make it into a bag!  (That was my weaving instructor by the way and she knows how painful it is to cut up your weaving!)

Here is a close up of part of it although the colors seem to be a little off (the purple is more blue and not brownish like it looks).

I did some test knitting for someone a while back and she sent me some luscious Noro Kureyon sock yarn for testing for her!  Here is what I’ve done with it so far:

And lastly, here are the Lapp mittens that I finally finished.  They are a little snug (the author must knit VERY loosely) and I need to fix some holes in the thumbs but otherwise I’m looking forward to warm hands this winter!

(That’s my weaving under the mittens by the way!)

Trying to pick up the pieces

After such a horrible week, I wanted to post quickly just to say that we are surviving.  I finally feel like I can talk about it (most of the time) without bursting into tears but I still cannot go visit their graves.  I went out there tonight because I was helping move some stuff out of the lawn so my husband could mow, and I just couldn’t take it.  I’m just so, so sad.

To everyone who left comments, called, emailed and sent cards, thank you so very much.  I really appreciate everything and it really does help. One sweet friend even sent flowers.  (You know who you are!!  I love you!)

I want to get more kitties but I just don’t know when.  I feel like I cannot make a rational decision right now about more kitties.  I feel like I might be trying to replace the ones I’ve lost, rather than welcome a couple of new personalities into our home.  Since I have been through this before, I will know when my brain has made the switch.  It’s good when a cat picks me and I intend to let that happen, however it may.  But I have a friend who has foster cats and I would prefer to get them from her, to help her out.

The kids seem to be doing pretty well although now and then Will tells me how much he misses them.  He has asked to get more but not many times, and I haven’t talked to him about my thoughts.  Because I can’t say that I’m ready to get more just yet, I don’t want to tell him and then make him wait.

I can finally go to sleep at night again without being afraid of my dreams.  Thank goodness.  But now, Sophie is teething again so nights have been hard.

I still don’t know why they left us together.  Maybe they needed each other, more than we needed P to stay.  It is going to take a really long time before I stop feeling so awful about this.

In Loving Memory of “P” 1997?-2008

It was a funny thing, how we got you.  I’d just lost my kitty I’d gotten when I was 12, I was 29 years old.  A friend of mine took me to the shelter and announced that we were going to pick out a new cat.  I didn’t know how I was going to possibly be able to choose, but when I walked in the door, you practically threw yourself into my arms.  You were scraggly and thin, and you yelled and yelled.  You yelled and kneaded the air while I pet you.  I knew immediately that you were ours.  We named you Panthera because if you’d been a large cat, you would have roared.

Fast forward 11 years.  You lived through a move, a marriage, and the birth of two children.  You loved the kids, loved them dearly.  And although we thought you were the weirdest (and loudest) cat we’ve ever known, we loved you to pieces.  I was so hoping to be able to snuggle and love on you after we had to put Kali down.  I thought, “At least I still have a kitty.”

I hadn’t seen you at all that day, your food was untouched in your dish.  Unusual for you, since you’ve always been a great eater and, well, a bit too fluffy.  I went down the basement, and my heart fell when I saw you there, laying on the floor.  Your body was cold as you lay on the icy cement.  I was shaking all over so badly I could barely call my husband.  I couldn’t believe we had to dig another grave, the day after we dug Kali’s and explain to our son that our other kitty had died too.  Our hearts felt shattered and we could not understand why you had to leave us too.  Did Kali need you to go with her?  Were you sick and we just didn’t see it?  Did you miss Kali so much that you couldn’t live without her?

The last time we saw you, it all seemed so normal.  You were yelling, you ate very well, you came up for petting and you even left fresh pee in the box.  The next time I found you, I could see you had been dead a while.  Did you come to say goodbye, have one last favorite meal, then leave us?

Whatever the reason, what you had to do was more important than helping us through our grief.  We will never understand it, but accept it we must.  We buried you right next to Kali, right under our old weeping willow, where your body will rest in peace forever.  I am without kitties for the first time in many, many years and I am beside myself.  Nothing will ever be the same.  Even now I keep thinking I am hearing you meow, but I know it’s my mind playing tricks on me in my grief.

Nobody else can die now.  I’ve lost too many loved ones this week.

How did this happen to us…

My other kitty is dead.  I just found her dead in the basement this afternoon.  I feel so numb and terrible, I just don’t know what to think.  This is beyond horrible.

Rest In Peace, Sweet Kali 1995-2008

I met you the day you were born.  You were the one calico in George’s first and last litter of kittens.  You were born in my friend’s son’s clothes hamper.  That was June 2, 1995.  When my friend offered you to me, I couldn’t resist.  You were so sweet.

Oh the past 13 years have gone flying like they didn’t even exist, although I have had a full life since then.  I knew something was wrong when you could not eat.  I knew it would be bad.  I felt it.  And I was right.  You lived another 2 1/2 weeks, you played outside a few times, hunted a bird, chewed on grass, had a bath to clean you up a bit.  I fed you chicken, tuna, milk, whatever you seemed to want.  Until you could not eat, could barely drink.  And I could see it in your eyes you were ready.  I promised I would help you in the end, OH I had so hoped your end would come by the hand of Mother Nature.  But it didn’t, so today my Sweet, my darling husband brought you to our kind kitty doctor, who mercifully and gently helped you ease out of this world and enter the next.  I hope you find Catta and Kitten and have a grand party.

Your final resting place, under our old weeping willow, will always be quiet and peaceful.  We will miss you, but we could not be selfish, we could not prolong your life because we wanted to avoid our own pain.  May you slip out of this life as easily as you slipped into it, and may you finally be free of pain at last.  I hope wherever you are now has plenty of catnip.

My heart is just crumbling.  I hate this so much.