The morning after Max's death, I took a number of images of all his favorite spots. The feeling of overwhelming emptiness permeated the house. Reminders of his absence were everywhere.
empty blanket tunnel
empty porch shelf
empty kitty spot at top of stairs
empty treat corner
empty blanket perch
Too much empty.
It is strange to expect to see someone so loved and then be jolted by not having them there. And there is no time limit on grief. After losing Tigger, I got a jolt late one night when there was a fuzzy cat sleeping in Tigg's spot behind the dining room table. I freaked out and flipped on the light to find Butterscotch sleeping in that spot - somewhere he never slept before or after. I took it for a sign - of what I can't be sure, but it was a reminder that they are always with us.....
ReplyDeleteThe one empty you can't photograph is the hole in your heart. I know the feeling well. Even though I live in a different house, I still think I see Miss Hooter in the shadows.
ReplyDeleteDid you ever have any after death sighting or feeling about Max?
ReplyDeleteOh I know that pain. It can take ages to get through a grief like this.
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