eating my grief.
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
This is Katie. My Sweet Katie, or Katie Did or Didit. But always a sweetie. She's 14, a humane society baby. She was around 9 weeks when I got her. A round little fluff ball of sweetness.
In September she had a spot on the bottom of her right front front paw that she kept licking. It was a tumor. We had it removed on December the 7th. It's back. And the same size it was when we had it removed. Vet doesn't see Kaite's quality of life being very great in a few months. So she's now on pain pills.
So I'm grieving the loss I will face in a few months.
And I'm eating my grief.
It's not helping.
Six pieces of Dove chocolate hasn't changed anything. My sweet Katie wont be living for much longer.
But I think the chocolate will make me feel better.
I'm using this as a kind of wake up .... chocolate doesn't heal anything.
Chocolate isn't going to fix it.
I should stop trying to make it go away and acknowledge it's going to happen and just cry.
Let it out.
Eating the chocolate (or whatever) isn't going to change the facts. The ending of a sweet life is still in my very near future.
Katie when she still had her tail. August 2011.