I have been caving in my room for the past week, overcoming jet-lag, twisted ankle, and dead cat. What a holiday. Did it ruin my holiday, one friend assumed this morning...well, no. I feel a bit guilty for saying that no, it didn't. I paid good money for the art course in Bali, and I intended to get the most out of my stay there, regardless of the cat situation. I put all the grief on the back burner though, and let myself cry at times, when I really needed to. People were supportive and gave me credit for coping as well as I did.
I haven't really wanted to speak about her death since I read about it 3 weeks ago. That was not the best time in my life, and a friend asked if the women who was minding my cat could have not told me about it while i was away and then when it got closer to the time to return, tell me then...but I'm sure the woman I left april with had considered that, and thought it best to tell me straight away, as she may have preferred to be told?
I don't know...all I know is that she told me, and here we are. I dealt with it because I had to, in Ubud, but it did make me think, would I tell someone if it were me minding their baby while they were on holiday? On first thought it would seem like it would be better not to tell them, let them enjoy their holiday without having to think about reality...that seems nice and kind. If I had thought that april was alive the whole time though, and then she told me on the day I returned "Oh but I didn't want to tell you in case it ruined your holiday, but...you're cat died while I was minding her and I thought you should know...
I guess it is hard to know. I won't be minding ANYONE'S pet for a very long time, if ever. If someone elses baby died under my care, I'd be mortified.
So anyway, it's supposed to be a thread where I actually talk about my baby having died...talk about the mystery of her dying, how unfair it is, how it's all different now that she doesn't wake me up every morning, or it's too quiet when I wake up, and I'm not used to my hand not being chewed at 6 a.m. ALl these things that made my life...mine, with her...I don't know where to start...
I've been stoned all week, which is usually so not the way I like to operate, especially when it comes to grief and darker emotions. I believe every emotion deserves to be fully experienced and felt and heard, but sometimes I just can't handle it...and this is one of those times. I didn't want to be alone, or by myself when I picked her body up.
It turned out to be a bit of a funny night...mainly because I got so stoned and we got sooooooooo lost one the way to the vets. My friend drove us, and we got lost. Half way through us being lost, she decides that she didn't really want to come and get the cat with me THAT night, and that she felt pressured, by me, to drive her out there, and she missed her night camping out to prepare for the markets the next morning.
So, not only did I have to deal with my dead cat, and the grief from that alone...but I also had to deal with being told that my friend, whilst she did want to help get the cat with me...felt pressured by me to get the cat, and remembered a different version of reality to what I thought I heard.
It almost turned into an argument, but it turned out that she was only trying to express her feelings, and let me know that this is how she felt.
I then felt bad that I had pressured my friend into doing something she didn't want to do...but I have to wonder whether she only remembered that she felt pressured, when she got sick of being lost? She was fully all for it prior to that...and if she hadn't have gotten lost we'd have arrived there at least 2 hours before and might have then been able to make it to the camping site, which was where we were going to go after I'd buried her...which was the POINT of the mission.
Anyway, I understand that she had every right to express her feelings to me...I just wish it could have waited until I was not so upset. We'd just gotten home with her body, and were just chowing down on some totally healthy burger options from McDonalds (much to my disgust that there was nothing else opened) Grief+ burgers=weed= more grief. It wasn't gonna get better anytime soon, so did she really need to bring it up at THAT particular point? AM I wrong for feeling like "What tha...? You pick me up nearly 3 hours late and then wonder why we didn't get to the vet until 11 pm!
Anyway...I still need to let that go by the looks of it.
How am I processing aprils' death? Slowly! It hasn't really hit me...and I buried her 2 days ago (that I can remember)
I wanted to speak about it with empathic and compassionate people present. I haven't really been around anyone mean since I found out, so it's all a bit tender and delicate. I keep waiting for someone to say "It's just a cat...get over it" but I seem to have manifested quite a group of loving, caring and sensitive individuals, so no such luck.
I haven't really wanted to speak about her death since I read about it 3 weeks ago. That was not the best time in my life, and a friend asked if the women who was minding my cat could have not told me about it while i was away and then when it got closer to the time to return, tell me then...but I'm sure the woman I left april with had considered that, and thought it best to tell me straight away, as she may have preferred to be told?
I don't know...all I know is that she told me, and here we are. I dealt with it because I had to, in Ubud, but it did make me think, would I tell someone if it were me minding their baby while they were on holiday? On first thought it would seem like it would be better not to tell them, let them enjoy their holiday without having to think about reality...that seems nice and kind. If I had thought that april was alive the whole time though, and then she told me on the day I returned "Oh but I didn't want to tell you in case it ruined your holiday, but...you're cat died while I was minding her and I thought you should know...
I guess it is hard to know. I won't be minding ANYONE'S pet for a very long time, if ever. If someone elses baby died under my care, I'd be mortified.
So anyway, it's supposed to be a thread where I actually talk about my baby having died...talk about the mystery of her dying, how unfair it is, how it's all different now that she doesn't wake me up every morning, or it's too quiet when I wake up, and I'm not used to my hand not being chewed at 6 a.m. ALl these things that made my life...mine, with her...I don't know where to start...
I've been stoned all week, which is usually so not the way I like to operate, especially when it comes to grief and darker emotions. I believe every emotion deserves to be fully experienced and felt and heard, but sometimes I just can't handle it...and this is one of those times. I didn't want to be alone, or by myself when I picked her body up.
It turned out to be a bit of a funny night...mainly because I got so stoned and we got sooooooooo lost one the way to the vets. My friend drove us, and we got lost. Half way through us being lost, she decides that she didn't really want to come and get the cat with me THAT night, and that she felt pressured, by me, to drive her out there, and she missed her night camping out to prepare for the markets the next morning.
So, not only did I have to deal with my dead cat, and the grief from that alone...but I also had to deal with being told that my friend, whilst she did want to help get the cat with me...felt pressured by me to get the cat, and remembered a different version of reality to what I thought I heard.
It almost turned into an argument, but it turned out that she was only trying to express her feelings, and let me know that this is how she felt.
I then felt bad that I had pressured my friend into doing something she didn't want to do...but I have to wonder whether she only remembered that she felt pressured, when she got sick of being lost? She was fully all for it prior to that...and if she hadn't have gotten lost we'd have arrived there at least 2 hours before and might have then been able to make it to the camping site, which was where we were going to go after I'd buried her...which was the POINT of the mission.
Anyway, I understand that she had every right to express her feelings to me...I just wish it could have waited until I was not so upset. We'd just gotten home with her body, and were just chowing down on some totally healthy burger options from McDonalds (much to my disgust that there was nothing else opened) Grief+ burgers=weed= more grief. It wasn't gonna get better anytime soon, so did she really need to bring it up at THAT particular point? AM I wrong for feeling like "What tha...? You pick me up nearly 3 hours late and then wonder why we didn't get to the vet until 11 pm!
Anyway...I still need to let that go by the looks of it.
How am I processing aprils' death? Slowly! It hasn't really hit me...and I buried her 2 days ago (that I can remember)
I wanted to speak about it with empathic and compassionate people present. I haven't really been around anyone mean since I found out, so it's all a bit tender and delicate. I keep waiting for someone to say "It's just a cat...get over it" but I seem to have manifested quite a group of loving, caring and sensitive individuals, so no such luck.