Re: Missing Shmogg

Yowie there has not been a day pass that I have no thought of what was
going on with you.
Hold strong

A friend wrote this awhile ago on my one year anniversary with rpca. I
thought it was appropriate

On the spur of the moment
You can share joy and happiness

With the blink of an eye
You can disclose sadness and mourning

In next to no time there will be someone
Helping you along for better or worse

Whether you are living next door
Or a continent and an ocean away

No one cares
About gender, age, race, religion and education

You may never meet cat or human face to face
But you sure meet a friend when you need one

Author
Micha <pegastar-752878@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>



"Yowie" <yowie9644.DIESPAMDIE@xxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
news:5o7b8nFle9g5U1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Thought I was OK, thought I was mostly 'over it', thought the earring
(which still hurts - more on that later) was working.

But last night for no particular reason i just broke down again. For a cat
that in his last weeks pretty much only slept and drank, and whose main
interactions with me was to annoy me by walking across the keyboard, I
miss him so much. I miss his face, I miss the smell of his fur, I miss the
curled up blob on the freezer, I miss his meows, I miss his *** cat
tricks. I even miss him walking across the keyboard. But mostly I just
miss knowing he's here somewhere to welcome a petting. I miss *my*
Shmogglebeast, my pusspuss, my loyal and constant companion for 16 years
who went through so much with me. I *still* see him out of the corner of
my eye curled up somewhere - it usually just turns out to be a scrunched
up t-shirt that has been carelessly strewn rather than put in laundry
basket, but for that split second, he's still here and everythign is All
Right and The Way Its Supposed To Be again. And then the reality hits and
I sigh, knowing that it isn't true, and that I have to accept that Shmogg
is no longer inthis earthly plane.

I feel bad for not spending as much time as I used to with him since Cary
came into my life, I regret not being able to do more for him. Sometimes,
I feel like I ought to aplogise for Joel, Fluff & Cary coming into our
lives, each addition to my family leaving less time for him. My thoughts
can run through a gamut of 'what ifs' and I have to go and do something
else to derail that set of thoughts or I'll just go further down into that
spiralling black pit of depression. My head still knows that it was time
for him to go, that he wasn't happy or healthy and having him stick around
just fo rme would have been selfish and cruel, but my heart, oh my heart
just wants more time, more time.

Damn, for 6kg of furry piss & vinegar, he left a whomping ginormous hole
in my heart.

I miss you, buddy.

Yowie
--
If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many
pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones.



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