Today is hard for me...I keep listening for the pet door to slam...Peachy used to rush into the kitchen like a spitfire...now the counter is bare...her China water cup placed back in the cupboard. No water puddles to mop up, Peachy used to paddle the water out of her bowls. I long to be startled out of my wits in the quiet of the night by Peachy jumping up on the counter looking to open the kitchen faucet for a drink. The mornings seem strange for Lapdaddy who always popped open the foody cans, scooped the goodness into her Staffordshire cat bowl, place it into the micro for 10 seconds then gave it to a waiting eager little red cat. The cozy cottage is strangely quiet...I hear her purring when I cover myself on the sofa at night with her soft fleecy blanket...Peachy taught me so very much. She never complained that she was sick, never wanted to be a burden on us only wanting to lay her head in the arms of love...
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My blog posts will be somewhat different from this point on...I need to lay down my thoughts as I process through the grief and come full circle into understanding it. They will be filled with much art work. I thank you ever so kindly for all of the comforting comments. I read and reread them...each and every word tenderly in memory of the amazing sweet life of a little red cat who reached out her velvet paw and grabbed the world by it's tail...
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(((Hugs))) and universal Light from me.
When Annie had to leave me, I noticed the absence of the daily snarling, growling, hissing and fights. The house was so quiet with just the boys. I didn't and don't miss the fighting, because Annie and Nicki were like oil and water, but in every other way I miss my precious baby girl. And it's 27 weeks and 2 days, so time doesn't heal the heart. You just grow accustomed to the absence, as someone around the CB put it a while ago, though you never get over the loss.
Peace and Blessings to you all, Karla.
-Kim
:[ the quietness must be so strange. We encourage you to keep blogging and keep letting us help you through your journey. Purrs from Sage and Fizz
Dear Karla,
I haven't been visiting blogs for a while & just found out about your sweet Misses Peach. I'm so very sorry. I will miss her. She had the best mommy & daddy to live out her days with in peace & comfort. God bless you all.
~ Jill
Oh my dear loving fellow red head. It's just so hard is it not? The grieving takes such a long time and I'm surprised you are writing at all. My heart and tears go with you during this terrible time. She was so very precious and for one so small seemed to have a soul that was bigger than life itself!
Love and kisses & pets to your remaining fur child and your hubby too of course.
xoxo
Stacy
Isn't it extraordinary how one small creature can fill our space, our lives and lives so completely?
She was a blessing to us all and I can only reach back through time to when my beloved girlhood cat Chom Chom (who looked identical to Hunny) died just after I got married...31 years ago. The devastation and loss was so enormous. He lived a good long life for a formerly feral tom cat. He was my love, my confidant, my constant companion. I miss him to this day. I still cry because I relive it when other cat bloggers like yourself lose their little darlings and because I have cats again and it is inevitable that pain will come again. Love and more hugs to you Karla & Lapdaddy. Lynne
When we lost our first Siamese the house was very still. It wasn't empty, for Georgia was still with us but it was too quiet and there was a hole there. It takes time for that hole to heal. Chey put it once as being space the must be filled and there is a struggle and it can be very very difficult to fill that space. Our thoughts are there with you-
We understand how you feel. Next month it will be a year since Sniffie left us and we still have a huge hole in our hearts. We're still doing Flashback Femme Friday because we're not ready to let her go.
(((Hugs)))
The Florida Furkids and Angel Sniffie
Dear Karla, I know the quiet you are experiencing. Peachy is still around if you listen carefully. She will leave you little signs to let you know she is still with you. I'm glad you will keep on blogging because we love you as much as we did Peachy. We need you and will be here to support you. When Whiskers passed, I bought a Beanie kitty to comfort me. I would hug it every day until Romeow came into my life. One day I found it missing. Romeow had dragged it under the couch where Whiskers slept when he was very sick. I think he wanted me to know Whiskers was still with me.
Our hearts go out to you. Miss Peach was an impawtant part of our week. Know that she made an impact on many lives. Please keep posting and reach out fur comfurt when the going gets hard. Purrs and headbutts. xoxo
Karla, I know how you feel. EVEN THOUGH i HAVE OTHER KITTIES, mICKEY WAS THE ONE THAT WAS WITH ME THE LONGEST AND GOT ME THROUGH MANY THINGS IN LIFE!!!
Sorry for the caps, I hit a wrong key :o
Even now,I still miss him. Yes,I have memories,but I would rather have him.
Like Kim says,you get used to the absence but not the loss.
BIG hugs to you and Dennis and Cole
Nancy
I am looking forward to your elegant and evocative posts. I think every human who has lost a kitty can identify with you.
We are still very sad here and miss Misses Peach too.
We keep you in our thoughts and prayers.
I wish I could express mu sorrow. I felt the same way when I lost Wizard. He was my snuggle buddy and I felt empty foe weeks. It will pass but you have to work through it in your own way. We hope you will continue bloging for Miss Hunny Bunny.
Dear Misses Peach's Mom,
We just found your blog about the same time we lost our Licorice. He too was 18 and he is sorely missed. Reading your posts gave me a feeling of gratitude.
Since his passing, we have gotten a new kitten, a new puppy and lost another special friend, our Samantha (dog, who went over the bridge about a month ago.
Licorice was my heart cat and I still see him in my office window, feel his breathing on my face and hear/feel his quiet purr in the middle of the night. Particularly when I need him.
These special furends come into our lives and our hearts and they are with us always.
Miss Peach will be there for you too.
I send you hugs
Nellie's Mom
A beautiful post about the missing of her. I will come back regularly to read what you are writing. Purrs and hugs.
Some days are better than others I found when dealing with the loss of a beloved cat. I am happy that you are planning to continue blogging. It will help. Miss Peach would be happy that you are doing so. While no kitty can be replaced, in time another may find their way to you and that does help the healing. My cats that have gone to the bridge are still in my heart even when another comes to help fill the void the previous one left.
Miss Peach touched a lot of people. She was a joy and you have done a wonderful job bringing her to the cat blogging community where clearly she was very loved. I will miss her very much. It will be ok. To me it seems you and Miss Peach are two, and yet one entity. She will live on in your words, thoughts, feelings.
My deepest sympathy to you and your family.
Karla, purrs and gentle hugs. Losing my 2 Devons last year was and still remains very hard. They were in my life 24/7 for so many years. I found that writing my memories of all the sweet, loving, funny, silly, and caring things that they did really helped, surprisingly. Eventually, I would even smile when a happy memory would bloom in my mind. We adjust, but never get over losses like these. They change us as the kitties themselves did. My heart still aches for them and for Miss Peach. Your journey goes on and I hope you will share it with us.
Laura and Taffeta Rose
I still go back and read the comments from everyone when Sweet Praline went to the Bridge and never did I realize I'd be going through grief again with Beignet leaving this last week.
My thoughts and prayers are with you as you go through your grief.
Mom Paula
Dear Karla, every now and then I catch sight of a wide, fluffy black tail in the corner of my eye, usually just going swish up the stairs.Fluffy used to fly up them top speed.
Like Peachy, I've had cats who flew through the catflap like a bullet! Old Mama-Cat used to take a run up, the full length of the garden, it was hilarious to witness. These are the little things only those who've lived with cats can appreciate.
I am so sorry for your deep loss, and the ache in your arms to hug her one more time. I feel it too, for every cat I've lived with. I can measure the years of my life by the cats who were there with me at the time. Currently I am in the Scooter chapter, and I fear the amount of pages left unread is becoming thinner.
You rescued Peachy, who befriended and rescued your Ma, and then stayed longer than you dreamed she could, to make sure you were ok too. She must have loved you very much.
I still cannot bear to wash the flannel I last used to wash Fluffy's face, and I still haven't emptied the little hot water bottle she had in those last few weeks. One day I hope to be able to accept that she is more than any of these comforting souvenirs. But I'm only a weak human being, and not a strong feline.
Gradually the space left by her will close like a gentle healing over of a wound; you grow more used to the absence and stop looking for her. And it's then that you'll see the swish of a red tail out of the corner of your eye now and then, when it will cause a smile and tears of joy rather than pain.
Peachy is there. She will know when best to let you glimpse her.
I hope you can decipher what I'm trying to say.
It' very difficult adjusting. I went thru this with my Robin when she went away from her three human brothers and I. We didn't think we would ever get over it. We haven't BUT...we can now smile andremember her with love..not tears.
We are glad to see Hunny Bunny is pouring the tea now :-)
We wish we could say more on how to work through grief. But, for our Mumsy, it seems it's more a process that becomes part of your life. Maybe it does not go away so much as you just learn how to live with it, you know?
Thank you so much for the catnip tea and the visit. We will be back often for more with you. And we love art work! In our memory for Misses Peach, on our We Remember U page, she always has a cup of catnip tea there for her.
(((hugs)))
We will see you again soon!
Hi dear
I can only guess, how hard it is. When our beloved Jazz died, we were so lucky that Noah had decided to stay at our place one year before. He managed what nothing else could... he gave us a smile in our face. We still miss our beloved Jazz, this will never change, but with Noah there is a little tiger to hug and cuddle.
Take care and let me tell you, that it gets better.
Alex
It takes a long time to process grief. It's good you'll be blogging (laying down your thoughts) to help you through it. I couldn't do that when I lost Crystal. I internalized it and it still hurts.
Karla, all I can say is we love you and her.
(((hugs)))
Laure
My sweet Angel miss Peach
i feel you looking down fwom heaven and pwotecting us..I'm being bwave thwoo the stowm cause I know I'll be safe wif youw cawe.I know youw family will hazve to take a loooong looong time to heal, but slowly, peace will wetuwn to theiw heawts wif youw help and only the most wondewful wawmness ofyouw love wemain.
mommi says she knows how it feels..it's a big hole you left, but little by little it will fill up wif youw love , she pwomises
Missing you will always wemain, but it won't huwt as much
smoochie loving kisses
ASTA and mommi(who used to go out in the dawk night and twy to sniff the pillows whewe my angel sissie sat to get a whif of hew)
Oh my friend, I sit here quietly crying for you and for all of my dear ones who have gone on ahead. I think this is the most difficult time in life that we humans have to face and I mean that sincerely. There is just something so unique and special about the bond between woman and cat.
And yes the sounds -- oh how real they are. For months after we lost Tucker Boone, I would run to the door to open when I heard his familiar noise when he tried to open the locked door. He could open it when it was unlocked so he thought it would always be unlocked for him!! How disappointed I was when I opened the door each time and no one was there. But I knew he was there -- I just couldn't see him.
Only time heals those things we can't understand and accept and I wish for you quick healing and only fond memories to keep you company. And give Hunny all the love you can. I found it difficult to cling to my other kitties, each time I lost one, but they are grieving too, in their own way, and together you can fight the sadness.
Much love and understanding,
Lorraine
Awwww, purrs and hugs for you. Peachy is watching you from the Bridge and thanking you both for your love and care.
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