Today it has been 2 weeks. Two weeks without my friend and companion. Tears are now less in frequency and mostly also no longer as severe. But the loss has not turned less. It seems so wrong. It seems absolutely WRONG that he is no longer part of our family.
Xena has finally again begun eating well, for days she had worried me, barely touching anything. But I know she also misses him. How long does it take for a cat to forget? How long until she no longer feels something missing in her life?
We deliberated if we want to get again another (or two) cats, mainly because we travel and the responsibility of them staying behind. Months ago, before this all happened, we still assumed we will not get another pet. But now, with Xena being alone, things do look different. It gives Bear also the push to get a Savannah cat, something he has eye balled already for a while. Of course, I still think he doesn’t realize quite how trashed our house probably will get with 3 – 4 cats, and one of them so big that she can lean onto the kitchen counter with ease.
But new cats have to wait until we are back from our 2 out of town travels in October. I fear these days will be really hard on Xena, it will be the first time in her life that she will be completely on her own over a longer time period. We are now looking into finding a good cat sitter, hoping for somebody who takes it seriously as when we had that jewel of a cat sitter back in Minneapolis.
Tricky, I miss you.