Okay, it's now seven weeks since our darling little moggie came to the end of her life and I'm still not over her. I can go along absolutely fine for hours, days, even a week then something registers that sets me back and tears are rolling down my face again. I can "see" her everywhere I look or go, sometimes -parts of the house, the area outside. This evening I wanted desperately to be able to cuddle her and hear her purring again. I taught her to understand things we said: if I said "Just a minute", she would wait exactly where she was and still be there when I had done whatever I had disappeared for a "minute" to do. "Would you like....?" told her that food was on the way, as did "Fish, fish!". She even knew the word "music" and listened to it with me - I knew she was listening because her ears would move in response. Oh, she was my wee friend and there's this little, big, soft, fluffy, wide-eyed, loving gap where she was.
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Is this normal??