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I have ordered a bouquet of white roses and baby's breath to be placed in her honour and as some bit of a sign of how deeply she is - and always will be - loved by her oh-so-lucky but heartbroken mama.
I love you with all my heart and soul, my little Bonnie Munchkin.
(((Saoirse)))
Mogs
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Oh Mogs... You are incredibly brave you know, much more than you realise.
We will all be "there" with you on Friday... Maybe you or one of us could start a new thread on Friday morning, "Let's Light a Candle for Saoirse" or similar, to ask all your friends here to do that at whatever their local time is v BST?



... you are doing so well.
I'll happily take it on board to do that on Friday morning, Mogs, unless someone else beats me to it... I don't mind, it doesn't matter who it is.Oh, if one of you could do that, Diana, it would be wonderful!
You wouldn't say that if you were standing next to me, Diana; I'm either sobbing, shaking or in a complete daze. If it weren't for all of you and my friend, Graeme, helping me I think I'd be sitting catatonic in a corner somewhere.
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I've been collecting her whiskers for years (after they had been shed, of course!).maybe have the vet save a lock of Saoirse's hair for you as well


(Sharon)


Big hugs Mogs!Feeling really lost today.Meds helped with some sleep but it is crushing to wake up to not being able to wish my beloved girl "Good morning!", to reach out to fuss her and see her beautiful little, loving face looking up at me ...
(((Saoirse)))
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((((((Mogs)))))) xxxOn Saturday night I made sure that there was a clean dishy in the rack ready and waiting for her to come home ....![]()
Absolutely know how you feel, Mogs. I've been there and I'm sure others have so we know the pain... It's indescribable. Can you put that sort of thing away out of sight, for now at least? Or can your friend Graeme help you to find somewhere still there but less visible...? Only you know what feels right.Before that agonising trip on Saturday night I made sure that there was a clean dishy in the rack ready and waiting for her to come home ....![]()








I, too, will be with you tomorrow. These first few weeks are the hardest to get through before your heart learns how to function without our loved one. Looking back losing my little Pom, Kosmo, in December it was those first 2 weeks that I was a basket case. Eventually my heart learned how to live without him. 








That is AMAZING.The owners of the pet food store wondered why I was buying a huge bag of catnip ("You must have a catnip junkie." "How many cats do you have?"), so I told them. They thought a worldwide memorial was absolutely lovely. It brought big smiles to their faces and they insisted that the catnip be their contribution.
This.the piece of one's heart that is torn out forever

I can't move anything belonging to her, Diana. As hard as it is to see all her bits 'n' pieces I'm dreading the thought of them not being there any more. It would make things feel more empty and the awfulness more real. (The OCD makes even small changes very difficult, too.) I had the opposite problem with Amadán - everything was communal and I didn't have any memento to hang onto that was 'just his'.Can you put that sort of thing away out of sight, for now at least? Or can your friend Graeme help you to find somewhere still there but less visible...? Only you know what feels right.
Lúnasa does that when she's eating. So did Danú. It really is the cutest thing to see.My little heart girl had the cutest habit of sitting at the edge of my kitchen padding her front feet waiting for her food.
For months after she departed, I caught myself starting up a conversation with her only to turn around and realize she was not there. Or was she? I like to think that was her spirit, telling me she was still with me and would never leave me.
(((Mogs))) I do know what you mean. It's hard either way - to see the things still there, as they were before, or to see an empty space. You will know what you need to do as time goes on, and new or different thoughts come into your head as to the "best" way to cope. The healing process, if you can call it that, will be a long road but you will find your way to cope with the different aspects of grief as best you can. That's all any of us can do. Someone said to me once - take one day at a time, and if that seems an eternity to get through, take one hour at a time or one minute at a time... Those shorter times to get through sound more achievable, and gradually those shorter times become longer times, and your grief becomes less all-consuming... although it will always be there. It will be a part of you, and that's ok.I can't move anything belonging to her, Diana. As hard as it is to see all her bits 'n' pieces I'm dreading the thought of them not being there any more. It would make things feel more empty and the awfulness more real. (The OCD makes even small changes very difficult, too.) I had the opposite problem with Amadán - everything was communal and I didn't have any memento to hang onto that was 'just his'.
I guess I'm just going to have to let things pan out in whichever way they do ...
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It is good to hear that things are a bit better for you now, MO2F. It is a great thing that the love always greater than the pain. I hang onto that thought very hard.Those morning feedings were turmoil, opening the crate, listening for his clicking toes, letting him outside, listening for his tiny bark asking to come back in, but now, 10 months later, my heart fills with love thinking he is playing at the Rainbow Bridge waiting for his "girl" (my daughter) to join him.



Gosh! It really touched my heart to hear this. Next time you visit the pet store please will you pass on a huge "Thank you!" to them and also a blessing for them and all of their loved ones from me and Saoirse.The owners of the pet food store wondered why I was buying a huge bag of catnip ("You must have a catnip junkie." "How many cats do you have?"), so I told them. They thought a worldwide memorial was absolutely lovely. It brought big smiles to their faces and they insisted that the catnip be their contribution.



I'll be there with you tomorrow as well, Mogs. When I have lost a love kitty, I always got such comfort from my other cat, who also needed me for comfort. How is your civvie doing through all of this?Lúnasa
Spirit Peek-a-Boo and I wouldn't miss it.









