I continue to have dreams about my cat :(. I hate it because, in my dreams, I know she is gone, but somehow she comes back and is alive again, even though my subconscious is telling me otherwise. I have a feeling once I go back home this coming weekend to pack all of my stuff into a moving truck, it will finally become reality for me. She is gone, and I will never see her again.
I know this sounds so crazy, but if you have ever had a pet in your life, regardless of whether it was YOURS or a family pet, you become so attached, and it becomes hard to say goodbye and accept the death of a pet, just as it is hard to do the same with the death of a person. I haven't cried for a while, but I have a feeling once I go home, that will change once I realize my cat will never follow me upstairs to my bedroom so she can sleep with me on my bed... ever again. This sucks.
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