Our cat passed away two weeks ago. I find myself still trying to find her around the house. Her vet called today, asking how we were doing. The truthful answer: it’s so weird.
We have a lot of travel planned over the next 8 months and it’s so weird to not have to worry about the cat. (It’s also weird to think that the house will be empty, with no one visiting on a daily basis to check on the cat.)
I find myself looking for her at odd moments: when I wake up, I wonder where she is. When I’m sitting at the dining table, I sometimes look at “her” chair to see if she’s there. If I hear a noise near the staircase, I look to see if she’s coming downstairs.
It’s not like this was unexpected. She was battling a lot of health problems all at once: cancer, diabetes, hypertension, arthritis, chronic kidney disease, cataracts… But knowing that doesn’t make it easier.