My 17 year old kitty Julio passed away Sat. He had a stroke last Wed, and the last few days of his life were pretty intense as he fought like a boxer in an all out brawl. After he slipped into a coma, I decided it was time for him to stop fighting. He was the most beautiful, funny, delightfully terrible being I've ever known, and he made every day joyous for me. Anyone who has ever had a gray kitty will understand this, he was a piece of work.
The past couple of days I felt okay, but today it's hit me hard that he's gone. I'm absolutely wiped out. I have no energy. I feel too weak to ride, and an all over achiness. I'm probably a little dehydrated from crying, so that's probably part of it.
I'm going to attempt to go to Pilates class this afternoon, and hope that helps me feel better. I know only time will help, but I don't want to let this get me too much. He hated to see me sad. He took as good care of me as I did of him. He gave me a really good life.



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Be kind to yourself and do what you can. It does take awhile.
