Walked into the kitchen with the cats on my heels. I let them come in and the tears immediately fell. I apologized to Chance for letting them in. I sobbed.
The cats haven't been in the kitchen since Chance and Blaze died. My barriers are starting to break down.
It was hard enough letting them in the dog's room. Some days I couldn't do it.
It hurt so much.
So the cats would have to stay in their room for the day.
I'll never be 100% comfortable with the cats in the dog's room, but I'm living with it, one day at a time.
It has just been in the last two days that I let the cats in the kitchen for any length of time. I don't know why I did. I just didn't have the emotional energy to shut the door.
Chance did not like Boxer in his space and the kitchen belonged to Chance and Blaze. He tolerated Boxer for me and it hurt to let Boxer in.
As I sat outside writing this post, four Tufted Titmice came and sat on the tree behind me. One by one they hopped on the fence only a couple of feet from my face. They leaned in looking at me. I talked to them. Then after a few minutes they fluttered away.
It wasn't until the last bird that I remembered that the Tufted Titmouse is Chance's spiritual bird. He forgave me.
(photo courtesy of Wikipedia)
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This is a song I've been listening to, when I am sad. Mostly when I think of Chance, but really it fits for all the dogs.
It's sad. It's beautiful. and it is short.
By Royal Blood-All We Have Is Now
Take a listen...
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