Another Goodbye

This really isn't my story to tell but I'm going to tell it anyway. I lost my first grand-kitty and it really stinks. It's why I've been tearing the house up again. It's my way of coping.

I've certainly been no stranger to grief in the past year but this newest loss really kicked me in the behind. It doesn't help that I'm still at the stage where I bawl every time I have to vacuum where my dear departed birdy's cage used to sit. I'm an open wound.

 I've done a lot of kitty sitting for Daughter so I was very fond of the family's oldest kitty member. She had even lived with us while Daughter and her hubby were in between moves. She was nothing like my quiet kitties. She was full of personality.

The sweet girl started losing weight and then it was one thing after the other with a terrible and oh so familiar conclusion. Cancer. She was only twelve. Daughter spared no expense and went to every specialist she could find. It was heartbreaking to see her hopes dashed time and again.

It's been a double whammy. You grieve for the kitty AND you grieve for your kid.
It's been terrible.
Just terrible.