Long Dark Night of the Soul

We haven't been able to get Inky to the vet yet. Tomorrow.

When it's night and the house gets quiet, all I can think of is him in his box in the vestibule slowly freezing, all alone. So I go down for a while and sit with him. Sitting shivah, kind of. It at least makes me feel a little better. I may have some broken coping methods for dealing with loss.

Now it feels real.

He's not just hanging out in the vestibule any longer. I took him to Exclusively Cats for cremation. When he comes back, we're going to scatter him beneath the bush he liked to hide under when he snuck out.

So he got a car ride, which he loves, and then gets to go outside. His life has just gotten better since he died.