Has it only been....

...two days since I last posted? It feels much longer.

I will post some dawg pictures soon........I really will. Lila is simply gorgeous (if a little on the bitey side) and is growing like a weed. Or is it a wild flower?

In the meantime, we have been busy with socialising the young Miss. She is very taken with her uncle, and he with her. Very cute to watch a huge dog playing so gently with a puppy, even when that puppy takes incredible liberties. She clambers all over his huge head and he gums her. She steals his food. He sniffs her girly bits.

In cat news, Willow has taken to sleeping on the stuffed rottweiler upstairs. All the time. I'm not sure whether she actually gets up more than twice a day, which would conveniently coincide with feeding time. She just loves that rottweiler, and likes to be stroked whilst wrapped around its head. Hopefully this bodes well for her long-term relationship with the dawg.

Ellie appears to be possessed by Harvey. This is very strange, but she has picked up every one of his annoying habits with gusto. She likes to stand on the balcony and howl. She knocks things over when she doesn't get her own way. She bosses everyone around, and this has only happened in the last two weeks. It is nice to feel that he lives on here with us all, but luckily Ellie has kept all of her own sweet habits (and her less sweet ones, like trying to stick her arse in my face).

Charlie and Frankie are the same as ever. Laid back and lazy. My wonderful loving boys. They are always together now, and my fear of Frankie's face remaining forever unwashed has blown away after watching Charlie tenderly cleaning Frankie's face.

Hollie is brave. She still spends a little time under the bed, but mostly she she sleeps in the bathroom or on my pillow. She will corner Lila and whop her across the face before running. She still whops me in the face if I don't wake up at night and fuss her. She has a very loving heart, but a nervous body.

A cage in the local RSPCA centre may well be empty in the near future. A pure white boy with black splodges and a thirst for love and affection is awaiting the results of his blood tests. He is not a replacement for Harvey, but he reminds me of him in a very good way. Like the way I found Charlie, something led me there to find him.

In people news, the Baron is still off work with stress. At the moment, he is fart arsing around the garden and digging up the beds. He seems quite content and we will have an amazing vegetable garden come spring, thanks to his hard work.

Me?

Good days and bad days. The weekend, and last night were bad.

Today is a little better. But even now, as I sit here and look out over the gardens and fields, part of me expects a little white and tabby face to appear from behind the fence and come running in to me (Harvey would shimmy up the conservatory to come in at the window, miaowing and purring at the same time). And it hurts everytime I remember that he will never do that again.

The death of a cat is insignificant in the grand scheme of things. People say

"it was only a cat"
"these things happen"
"enjoy your other cats"
"you can always get another"
"its been two weeks, get over it"

but to me, this is a very real and painful loss. I loved that cat so damn much.

I do love all of my cats very much, and we are adopting another cat, but this doesn't in anyway stop the pain of knowing that my beloved, my first, my special cat is no more. It might have been two weeks, but that has just been two weeks in the rest of my lifetime that I will live without my HarveyCat.

It is hard.

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Any important part of our life that is lost, be it a person, animal or even a job deserves to be properly mourned and missed. People who say those things about the death of a cat are very thoughtless.
Pez | Email | Homepage | 02.08.05 - 10:57 am | #

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Go, Ellie, taking up the slack! They miss him too, I know.

As for people who don't get it that this is part of your life that has been ripped out, they can piss up a rope. It IS hard, and anyone who thinks your grief needs to conform to a timetable, or that another cat could ever replace Harvey, is a jackass.
Kimmer | Email | Homepage | 02.08.05 - 11:47 am | #

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Just keep on doing what you are doing. Grief works itself out.
Miss Arrogant | Email | Homepage | 02.08.05 - 2:14 pm | #

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Does snarfing garlic bread count?
DMouse | Email | Homepage | 02.08.05 - 2:36 pm | #

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I absolutely HATE people who say stupid things about pet grief. Ug.

I'm glad things are balancing out. Oh, and for the biting? Try this--every time she bites, take hold of her bottom jaw between your thumb and forefinger. They never think to bite down, for some reason, and this really annoys them and helps cure the biting of hands.
Cecily | Email | Homepage | 02.08.05 - 2:53 pm | #

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Thanks, Cecily. I will try that.
DMouse | Email | Homepage | 02.08.05 - 3:06 pm | #

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I know what people say is irritating, but remember, MOST of the time, they don't really know what to say, and they don't mean to cause you hurt.

Humans. Can't live with 'em, you know?

Just keep on posting your thoughts.

Sometimes, mostly when it's quiet at night, and I'm trying to fall into sleep, a snapshot of my aunt will come into my mind, and I have sit up and catch my breath.

I have never experienced and witnessed such a tremendous loss in my life to date as this one, and I am not looking forward to the next, but I know it's coming. And it sucks ass. Eloquent, eh?

Thoughts of long, warm hugs for you and for Harvey, little baby bat ears.
Anonymous | Email | Homepage | 02.08.05 - 4:21 pm | #

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That last anonymous was me, Evil One.
Anonymous | Email | Homepage | 02.08.05 - 4:23 pm | #

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