Thanks guys. I will probably be OK - I mean, this isn't exactly something unexpected seeing as the cat is 19, and it's something I've been keeping in the back of my head for a while. (I am sure it will be harder for me when I go up there for a visit if she's gone, or if she's still there but really doing poorly).
I just wish my stupid brain processed things differently because I dreamed about it twice...two different scenarios...last night. (That's how it always is with me. When my grandmother died, I dreamed for weeks about losing other family members). I'd kind of like sleeping to be an escape, you know?
Though I do feel some better this morning; maybe the dreams (and the subsequent waking up and lying in bed crying for 15-30 minutes) actually did do something with the processing of it.
But, onward. I collect research papers today which must be graded. And this weekend is the big final push to spiff up the prairie conference paper. Which actually is a good thing - being busy keeps my mind from hanging out in sad places as much.
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Busy is good. And it would be nice if sleep were an escape during stressful times, but I've never found that to be true. I'll be thinking of you.
-- Grace in MA
I find soothing music is a good escape.
Went through this last year when my in-laws' oldest dog became too ill to last. It's tough.
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