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Dec. 9th, 2019 08:57 amnot much to say this morning. i was sobbing that i just wanted more time with her. i wanted it to just not be happening. as if i could turn back time and just have things back to normal again but this is just the new normal. the new normal fucking sucks.
until Z gets home and we go aquamate her, i am just going to clean. or try to clean or whatever.
I'm pretty distracted and just not focusing very well. I hope work will be okay when I get back to work tomorrow.
My landlord, who is actually pretty cool for being, you know, the obvious, asked me today if I was over "everything with my little gal" which, i am certain he probably isn't neurotypical, but i wanted to be like, "its been 3 days. what the fuck" but instead I said I was still sad, but carrying on. He said he didn't want to worry about me, so I think he just wants to make sure I'm not falling into a deep depression, but it felt pretty weird. my beloved cat died 3 days ago and i wont be over crying for probably a fucking month. and even then it'll hurt forever.
hell, i cry over my first cat, from when I was 12, still. I still miss Kitty too. I'm not over Kitty's death anymore than I'll ever get over Skittles'.
Skittles' body is how it was yesterday so like decomposition is slow. Her skin just feels super weird. Her furry spots are okay still. Its still just so sad and I know this is the last day where I'm just consumed and focusing on grief (as im hoping work will be a distraction tomorrow) but god it hurts so bad and I'm so sad about it.
i still dont want to sweep but maybe ill clean out the computer cupboard. ugh. i dont want to do anything but i also dont want to just cry all day.
until Z gets home and we go aquamate her, i am just going to clean. or try to clean or whatever.
I'm pretty distracted and just not focusing very well. I hope work will be okay when I get back to work tomorrow.
My landlord, who is actually pretty cool for being, you know, the obvious, asked me today if I was over "everything with my little gal" which, i am certain he probably isn't neurotypical, but i wanted to be like, "its been 3 days. what the fuck" but instead I said I was still sad, but carrying on. He said he didn't want to worry about me, so I think he just wants to make sure I'm not falling into a deep depression, but it felt pretty weird. my beloved cat died 3 days ago and i wont be over crying for probably a fucking month. and even then it'll hurt forever.
hell, i cry over my first cat, from when I was 12, still. I still miss Kitty too. I'm not over Kitty's death anymore than I'll ever get over Skittles'.
Skittles' body is how it was yesterday so like decomposition is slow. Her skin just feels super weird. Her furry spots are okay still. Its still just so sad and I know this is the last day where I'm just consumed and focusing on grief (as im hoping work will be a distraction tomorrow) but god it hurts so bad and I'm so sad about it.
i still dont want to sweep but maybe ill clean out the computer cupboard. ugh. i dont want to do anything but i also dont want to just cry all day.