Arnold is dead. Really dead and we were devastated to say the least. My neighbor approached me at the mailbox and told me she had some bad news. They had found the remains of a cat that at the end of their garage about a week ago and felt it was our cat from the white feet. Based on decomposition he had been there awhile. All that could be identified was his white feet. The were kind enough to bury him in a nice spot. Nice, I mean really thanks I know that was not fun for them but he is my kitty and I could not stand the thought of him being buried somewhere else not matter how nice it was it not home. I managed to talk DH into digging him up and moving him. I know! I know! We are now officially out of the closet as "those neighbors." I feel better knowing he is here where he belongs, judge me I don't care.
It was a wild day I am trying to make re-burial arrangement for the kitty then I pick up the kid and we have a major economics project before we fly out of town to Disney the next day. Since that is not enough to deal with I miss a call from my boss which I quickly re-dial and I get the joyous news that he is leaving, the company! OK, my cat dead, huge econ project and start scrambling for my new position. Pixie dust and rainbows is all I can see!
So, I really can't grieve for Arnold because I have to maintain some composer to pack and do this project. I am familiar with delayed grief since I never get to say goodbye at funerals since my mother insists on diving in the casket or throwing herself in the floor. Somehow that's really a distraction that I have to deal with.
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