March 19, 2005
Missing Terry
My boyfriend’s house just isn’t the same without Terry. It seems to be eerily quiet without her around. We all miss her so much…Even Finn seems sad and keeps on looking around as if wondering where she is.
But well, life goes on. Besides, we still have Finn to take care of and love. We can’t ever replace Terry, but the things we learned from her will always be there.
But well, life goes on. Besides, we still have Finn to take care of and love. We can’t ever replace Terry, but the things we learned from her will always be there.
March 18, 2005
In Memory of Terry
I received the call at 11:30 pm on March 17. Terry was gone.
At first, I was too shocked and just held the phone to my ear. But the moment I put the phone down, the tears started trickling down my face.I cried tears of sadness...but there were also tears of anger. It could have been avoided, I said over and over again. The thoughts "if only..." crossed my mind repeatedly.
It's strange, Terry wasn't even my cat. I've been counting the days we spent together and I don't think it would have even summed up to a month. And yet, I cried more than my boyfriend did. I guess it may be because I became so attached to her...I loved her as if she were my own.
I'd like to think that Terry and I benefited from each other. However, it is humbling to realize that maybe I gained more from our relationship than she did. Some of the happiest moments were the ones when I held her in my arms. I loved hugging her and whispering in her ear "I love you", and she would reply with a gentle "meow" and look at me with her blue eyes as if saying "Yes, I love you too."
She touched my life and brought so much joy in such a short period of time. I only hope that she has happily crossed the Rainbow Bridge, running around and playing, waiting for the day when we will meet again.
At first, I was too shocked and just held the phone to my ear. But the moment I put the phone down, the tears started trickling down my face.I cried tears of sadness...but there were also tears of anger. It could have been avoided, I said over and over again. The thoughts "if only..." crossed my mind repeatedly.
It's strange, Terry wasn't even my cat. I've been counting the days we spent together and I don't think it would have even summed up to a month. And yet, I cried more than my boyfriend did. I guess it may be because I became so attached to her...I loved her as if she were my own.
I'd like to think that Terry and I benefited from each other. However, it is humbling to realize that maybe I gained more from our relationship than she did. Some of the happiest moments were the ones when I held her in my arms. I loved hugging her and whispering in her ear "I love you", and she would reply with a gentle "meow" and look at me with her blue eyes as if saying "Yes, I love you too."
She touched my life and brought so much joy in such a short period of time. I only hope that she has happily crossed the Rainbow Bridge, running around and playing, waiting for the day when we will meet again.
