I had to pick up my Max’s ashes today. The vet had made an impression of his paw print and put it in a wrapped box for us. I totally fell apart when I saw it, and even more so when several of the vet techs took the time to tell me what a sweet boy Max had been. I miss him so much.
What’s really interesting is that often times I feel he is with me. I can almost see him putting his head on my knee and looking up at me with his trusting eyes. Today, while driving to work, I got the strongest feeling he was sitting in the front seat beside me, just looking benignly out the window as he liked to do.
And my sweet cat Puck, who died just a month and a half before Max. Many nights I could swear I feel him jump up onto the bed to cuddle into my side like he used to do. I choose to think they are both with me, and I cry often. Going into the bedroom is the worst, because Max;s bed is no longer there. And Puck no longer greets me with his meowing.
I just keep reminding myself how lucky I was to have had them both in my life - as well as the other pets I’ve been privileged to know. I also remind myself that it has only been a little over a week for Max, and not quite two months since Puck left.
Sending love to you all.
So happy you can sense Max around you. I have to be very very still and quiet to have a hint of this. I feel my heart is rather closed. Happy to hear that there is reason for hope that they are truly there for us <3