Everyone in the house misses him, even the goofy cat who hated him, but Stella, she mourns deeper than I have seen any animal grieve. In a way that makes it even worse for me because there is nothing I can do to fix it for her. Heck, I want to fix it for myself and husband and I can't. He never spent a night outside with us until the night we buried him. It has taken everything I have not to go out and lay with him. I still expect him to come tromping in when the alarms go off in the morning, to be underfoot while in the bathroom and making dinner. And most importantly, I still have moments where I swear I heard him move at the bottom of the stairs where he laid so many nights.
We are all getting through it together but it is not making it any easier. Nothing will ever be able to fill the hole he left in our lives and hearts.
Stella started to eat and drink last night and we got her playing a bit with us but she is still not her normal self. She won't go outside alone and when she is outside she seems lost and wanders, almost disoriented.
We move through each passing moment in pain and feeling empty but the life we gave Case was the best life he could have had. He was our family, he was our baby and it hurts the same if not worse than had we had him for a long life. He was taken too soon and we were unable to say goodbye. There will be no way to do that again but I know he waits over the rainbow bridge for his sister and us and will always be guarding us from above. It hurts knowing he is gone but it is bittersweet because he will never grow old and he will never know pain. He made me a better person for sure.