
Originally Posted by
Veronica
I am a horrible person. I always read the posts about losing beloved babies, but I can never seem to respond; they make me so sad. And I just don't know what to say. Words just seem so useless and trite. Then I go find my cat babies and bug them.
It just doesn't seem right that their lives are so short. Time to go bug the babies.
Veronica
I used to feel that way. Then I posted about losing my cat, Sophie, two years ago and all the virtual hugs that I received from my fellow TEers brought me so much comfort. It didn't matter what they said; the mere fact that they responded to my grief meant a lot to me. So don't worry about what you say. It truly is the thought that counts.
I'll say this, too, V. You said something kind in my thread about the stray cat that we cared for last summer that got killed by a car. I read and reread that thread multiple times when I was feeling down about him. Your words made a difference to me.
Still, when I read pet-loss threads, I invariably get in a bit of a funk about my own pets--those I've already lost and those that are likely to go sooner rather than later. It's hard not to internalize all of that grief.
Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard. Practice wellness. Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret. Continue to learn. Appreciate your friends. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is.
--Mary Anne Radmacher