I cannot describe adequately how much all your thoughts, well wishes and love for Stewie means to me. He was a special little guy, and I know he, somewhere in the great cat tree in the sky, thinks it's the bees knees that he had so many friends, here on the internet and in real life.
Lulu is…Lulu. She doesn't care, or doesn't seem to care, that she's once again the only cat in the house. I had her for a year before I adopted Stewie, and she and I were swinging singles in NYC back then. Now, ten years later, we're swinging singles in the suburbs. But I have seen her wandering the apartment a lot, looking under tables and the bed. I think she knows he's gone, but she's just Too Cool to be grieving.
Speaking of grieving,there's me. I'm…coping. It's not easy, and I haven't been so much with the eating and sleeping bit, but WHOA NELLY is my apartment clean. I started cleaning the day Stewie passed away, and I haven't stopped yet. Granted, my apartment looked like a very sober frat party had exploded (I can be a TAD messy – okay, a LOT messy) but it is spic and span now, lemme tell you. I can't seem to sit still, I have no attention span, and the only thing that keeps my mind occupied is doing things like oh, say, scrubbing my toilet at 2 am. Just hypothetically, of course. I just…I'm not hungry and my brain is too fast to sleep, and so I clean. A lot.
Oh, you want to hear about my date last week? WELL TOO BAD HAHA, it went SO well that I'm not talking about it lest I curse it with my bragging, so I'll just say that it went very well and we will hopefully be doing something again sooner rather than later. And now my lips, they are zipped.
I think that's it for today, I have to go do another load of laundry, but I just wanted to pop in here to thank all y'all for everything over the last few days. It's meant the world to me to know that Stewie was a part of your lives too, and that you understand the attachment people get to their pets. I don't have a husband or kids, yanno, and the cats are my babies. I just have to remember that Stewie is happy and as goofy as ever, wherever he is, and since some people were wondering, he's buried next to my childhood dog Crackers, who was the Best Dog Ever, and it's only right that they're together in my parents backyard where I can visit him when I feel up to it. So that's good.
We're hanging in there, Lulu and me. Just two bachelorettes, living it up. Heh. Be back tomorrow.
Love y'all more than my luggage.