April has been one hard freakin month. I've been sick, I've paid out the wazoo in taxes, and worst of all, I had to say goodbye to one of my cats, Little Kitty. It all happened so quickly and it was one of the hardest decisions I've ever made in my life. I'm still riddled with guilt and I'm hoping time will heal that along with the pain.
The night that she gained her wings, I had a dream that I'll never forget. She appeared to me for a brief second and I called her name. She responded the way she always did - with a cute trill and she threw her bum and tail in the air to rub against my leg. I was so excited and I exclaimed, "Kib! You're alive!" At that point, the dream just faded away. As hard as I tried, her image wouldn't come back.
I still can't process that dream fully and I only hope that it means she really is alive and free over the bridge. I miss her dearly and some days I run out of tears to cry.
'Til we meet again, Little Kitty. I love you. xoxo!
How have you gotten over the guilt and pain of losing a pet? Is time the only thing that helps?