Thanks Bazsmum.
It's been over a month now. I'm in a strange strain of grieving I think. I keep myself as busy as possible, taking overtime at work etc but no matter how busy you keep yourself, eventually you have to return to an empty home and reality.
The daily biscuits I leave out in the garden are being eaten by a pigeon who's now timid with me. I tell the pigeon, 'go find Buddy and bring him home!, you can see where I can't see!'
I have a family of blackbirds in my tree who are now so relaxed, the mum brings her youngsters right on to my patio, guess there is no one chasing them now!
And two of Buddy's fellow cat friends have been coming into my garden looking for him and looked confused to not find him there, I tell them two also to go look for Buddy!
When you have no choice but to 'carry out' with normal life and you can still laugh at a joke or smile at something, there is always the 'sad' feeling surrounding everything, I know a lot of people here will know exactly what I mean. Feel guilty if tears haven't fallen for a few days in case that means you don't care anymore or something which is so far from the truth. I noticed that I talk of Buddy in past tense more than present tense, like 'He used to this, he used to do that' and then I wonder if I should even be using past tense or not.
Everyday before I went out to work, my words to him would be, 'Bye buddy, mummy loves you' and I now say that to his photo and instead of kissing him, I place a gentle kiss on his chair.
Aaah, I guess the tears have returned!, best go.
Miriam