Beached
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Yesterday I woke up to find Ruth Ann my furry friend and companion of seventeen years had passed away in her sleep. Almost three years to the day and in the same spot that I had found The Great Cat Mom (Mrs. Beached) had let go her tenuous grasp on life.
I called in sick and spent the day teary eyed, sad and alone in the world. Did not feel like sharing and getting "it was only a cat".
Today called in again. No one wants to or should see a grown man crying. Just trying to stay away from the liquor cabinet and beer fridge.
My question is: Is it normal to feel this shattered when a pet dies? Am I losing it?
On a lighter note: Yoga Pants!!!
I called in sick and spent the day teary eyed, sad and alone in the world. Did not feel like sharing and getting "it was only a cat".
Today called in again. No one wants to or should see a grown man crying. Just trying to stay away from the liquor cabinet and beer fridge.
My question is: Is it normal to feel this shattered when a pet dies? Am I losing it?
On a lighter note: Yoga Pants!!!