April
24, 2001
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I couldn't sleep last night. I thought I would, with everything being over. Not to mention that I was so exhausted from all the running around in the last two weeks. I can't eat either, and those who know me know that's not normally a problem. I went out to exercise, stopped at a bookstore to pick up some books on pet loss, then came home and burst into tears because normally Cleo would have been waiting by the door to greet me, wanting to be fed. And she'd never be there again. We've opened the door to our bedroom again, and Puss has taken up camp there. We showed her Cleo's body, but she wasn't interested. She doesn't seem to miss Cleo, which isn't terribly surprising. However, she meowed this morning loudly at about 6:30, which isn't like her. The weather is beautiful, but I resent it. It seems unfair for the weather to be so nice when there's no Cleo in the world. I find myself resenting Puss, too, because she's not Cleo and she can't take her place. |
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