My hormones must be all out of sorts these days.
I keep having one melt down after another.
I'm having melt downs about my cat, Weezer.
I know, I know...
GET OVER IT ALREADY.
But, like I said... it must be my hormones or something!
Yesterday I saw the vets phone number written on the calendar.
I had written it there when Cory and I made the decision to have Weezer put down.
For some reason...
Seeing it yesterday just made me break down.
I've seen it a million times.
Eloise often talks about Weezer.
She even ASKS to wear her "Weezy Neck[lace]"...
Sometimes those moments trigger my tears.
Or of course, looking up at her picture on the wall.
I just get this big ball of regret in my chest...
and I pretty much lose it.
Today, I used a big fat marker to scribble over the vet's phone number.
But... that big scribble will probably set me off at some point too.
It's been 3 months.
Still just feels like yesterday.
So forgive me as I write about her AGAIN.
I never expected to feel such a loss.
Writing about it helps me to get my feelings out.
It truly does make me thankful for what I have though!
My family, my husband, my babies.
And I can always hope that there will be pets in heaven!
What a JOY that would be!