Which leads me to wonder, why am I posting about being so close to finishing? Why am I now working on it this very minute?
It's still really tough adjusting to life without Tigger. While we don't see any real change in Delilah, Macy is a different story. Macy has taken Tigger's spot as Mr. Grumpbump's shadow. She hangs out with him much more and he's very careful to give her lots of rubs and attention.
Of course, I have changed. I resolved never ever to allow one of my cats to languish in a hospital with no definite plan or course of treatment. Tigger should have been at home with us last weekend, but he was my first sick animal and I just kept wishing and hoping that he would miraculously heal. I'm still doubting the way I handled his whole crash from seemingly healthy to terminally ill. This means repetitious discussion between me and Mr. Grumpbump.
Also, I am now hyper aware of Delilah and Macy's eating, drinking and bathroom activities. I noticed Macy drinking from the water bowl three times yesterday and I almost went it panic mode. Before Tigger's death, I never saw Macy drink water, but I can concede that she must have been drinking as I scoop out her litter box every morning. I feel like I failed Tigger as his caregiver; keeping Delilah and Macy healthy is my penance for that sin.
|Sweet Macy Gray|