Today marks one full month since my Grady left me. The last few days have been really tough for me emotionally. I thought that I was starting to heal, but out of nowhere, the grief became as strong as it was the day Grady died.
What makes things worse is this is the month that I took Grady into my home. He was a stray I started feeding and became attached to. He would come over the same time each day to be fed and we became friends. After a few months of this, Grady went missing for a week. The first 2 days, I did not worry too much since he was a male and I know male cats tend to roam. After that time, I became concerned and thought that Grady had been killed or taken in by someone else. One day, I was along the side of my house when out of nowhere, there was Grady. I knew then that he was coming into the house for good. I hurried to the store to get a litter box and a bed. I was between pay days so I could not get the bed. I got a box frome the store and rushed home before Grady could stray too far from home. When I returned home, Grady was at the foot of my drive way waiting. I took him inside and set up his litter box. He didn't know what to make of it at first, so I placed him inside. He rolled around in it and lay there for a second. I moved my hand through the litter to give him an idea what it was for. Grady got the message and used the box then. I took one of my shirts and folded it over and placed it in the box that would be his bed temporarily. This set up was in my basement because I had another cat and I had to keep both separated until I took Grady for shots. I left Grady there over night not sure how he would react. Early the next day, I went into the basement to se how Grady was. He was lying in his bed and started to meow when I opened the door and called him. After that, the rest was history. We had 8 short years together although we started to interact with one another months prior to him moving in. As a symbolic gesture, I buried Grady wrapped in one of my shirts in remembrance of how he slept on another of mine in the begining. I even sprinkled some of his litter around his grave to mark his territory one final time. Sometimes I go into the basement and say his name hoping in some way that he can hear me and know that I miss him and will never forget our time together. I know this is silly, but I have gone to his grave and said how much I miss him and that he left me too soon. Well, I've rambled enough now. I really hope that there is a rainbow bridge or something similar so I can see Grady along with my other loved ones when my time comes.