Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers, phone calls, and messages. They are much appreciated. I am having a really hard time dealing with what happened to Petey. Even though we are now on a fun mini-vacation, Petey and the circumstances of his death are never far from my mind, and it has been really tough. Tears come easily and often. I am dreading our return home where I will be reminded even more often of his missing presence in our lives. Missing his walking partway with us (to the end of his territory I guess) where he then sits and yowls after us as we walk to get our mail, missing the figure-eights around my legs as I sit on the deck, missing him lay near me as I trim my roses, and missing him hang out with Adrianna and I when we play outside. He was just always there; consistently nearby when we were outside.
Please pray for us. Adrianna seems to be handling this fine. She knows Petey “got really sick” and died and “went to live with Jesus in heaven”. But she gets worried when I cry so much.
I know it is okay to grieve, but I think the process would be so much easier were it not for the horrific circumstances behind his death. I wish I could push that from my mind. That and all the “what-if’s”, such as “what if I had let him in the garage that night instead of leaving him outside?” I just never would have imagined such a horrible thing happening. Poor Petey.
Thanks for your prayers,
Amber