Go bonny! You can do it!

Shir, there is also a website where you can create a virtual memorial to a pet, if such a thing appeals to you. [link]

Flow, bonny, flow!

Someone outside of my office is hacking like they're dying. It's very distracting.

In editing, I've come across the best name ever: van der Crabben. It's just begging to be used when teasing someone who's cranky: "Looks like Mr. van der Crabben didn't get enough sleep!" Or "Watch out for Baroness van der Crabben today!"

I think what I'm missing is the plans I had in my head to hang out with him as he became an old man.

oh, how I know this feeling, sweetie! For example, I know that if/when I ever get married it will be incredibly bittersweet for me because no one would have been more happy for me than him.

{{ND}} I am so sorry. Love to you.

{{Shir}} All kinds of peace and love to you.

bonny, you go woman!

Go Bonny Go! Flow Bonny Flow! If you can do it, Zen can!! Life! Life! Gift of Life!! Rah!

:: flailing summersault with a perfect 4 point landing, pom poms all a flutter ::

Cheers for those who are giving the Gift of Life today, many wishes for a smooth process for you.

Thanks. I'm trying to take baby steps away from it, slowly.

Getting out of my clothes with his fur and blood was the first step last night. It took me 20 minutes to convince myself to do so.

Now I finished scrubbing most of his blood out of my carpet (we're talking about this carpet [link] , so you see where the problem is. Too much red as is). Later I'm gonna throw to the laundry the pajama with his smell.

Tomorrow/the day after tomorrow I'm gonna clean my room and replace the sheets on my bed, with his smell (he slept in my bed every now and then).

No matter how hard I try, I'm not gonna get rid of his fur in the next few months. Impossible. It's everywhere.

So, baby steps.

I'm also really glad we stayed with him till the very end. I petted him even when he was unconscious, and I think that if I didn't see him dead, I'd still think somewhere that he might be still alive. Because he fought to the last second, my guy, so there's a part of me thinking that he's not dead. And I'm glad that even with the having-to-climb-the-stairs-while-nearly-dying, he chose to start to end his life in my room. He always felt most comfortable here.

{{{{{{{{{{ Shir }}}}}}}}}}}

(not enough brackets in the world. tons of hugs for you)