By evening this time last week, my cat left us suddenly and unexpectedly. He was only 7. I am anxious, sad and dreading as I count down to the time that he passed. I plan to be home where he passed, and be with my husband and cuddle with Olivia our surviving cat. I don't want to vacuum in any of the spots where he slept. I'm not ready. I even went into the garbage to retrieve 2 of his brushings. Thankfully I have his fur clippings from the vet and it shows his beautiful markings. During the week, I had a sick feeling anticipating for his 1 week. I haven't slept well, I wake up alone with my thoughts of him. Nights are really hard. I might get some flowers and lay them where Peter passed, on the kitchen floor.
Lynn, Peter’s mom