It hasn’t really hit me that Basette won’t be back. On an intellectual level, I know that she won’t be back; that she is gone forever to visit only in memories. On an emotional level, it’s very hard to accept. No, not hard to accept. It is hard to express the grief.
How do you say goodbye to a kitten who has been with you for 14 years? I’ll always think of her as the spunky cat who played tag, chased hemlines, became the inviso-cat by hiding on stairs at night, and the purrbox who cuddled me through all of my relationship disasters.
I feel like I’ve been living in limbo, pushing myself so I don’t have to deal with this loss. I’ll have to stop eventually and face it. Just not quite yet.
