Your Pet Loss Diaries

Saturday July 30, 2011

by Regina
(Melbourne, Victoria, Australia)

I woke up this morning, walked to the kitchen, switched the kettle on to make my coffee, fed the cats, then walked towards the laundry door so I could go wake KC up and get her breakfast. I stopped just as I was about to open the door and remembered..... she's not going to be there, and burst into tears.

I have done my morning ritual every day for the past 18 years and now it has to change. It is still extremely hard for me to sink in that I'm not going to see her anymore. I keep remembering that final moment when I walked away from her, it's a moment of my life that will stay with me til the day I die.

I've been unable to open the laundry door so far since she has gone. But I know I have to go in there sooner or later to actually do my washing! Maybe I will go in there in a couple more days..... I have enough clean clothes to last me for a while.

Last night I thought about what I have to pack away that belonged to KC. I know it's going to be hard for me to pack away her bed and blanket. Her food bowl is still sitting there with yesterdays uneaten breakfast in it. I've made the decision to keep her night light there for her. I want her to always see where her home is.