08 February 2004
grief
It's a normal part of life. But I find that each loss brings back each previous loss.
We had to put Trixie to sleep on Wednesday. It wasn't as sad as other losses; Trixie was over 7 years old -- a full life for a ferret. But now I'm thinking about Koosh (who died just before Christmas) and other ferrets I've lost over the past few years. Some of them were just too young. Bosco was only 4 years old.
I miss holding my furry friends. Gabby is the only one left now and she's not very tolerant of being held. She likes to play, but puts her paw down when it comes to hugs and kisses. So I miss the ones who are gone. That's how I feel today. Empty.
But it's not the empty of depression; it's the empty of grief. One of the hardest things we have to do as people with dysthymia and/or major depression is not let the normal range of emotions scare us back down into the depression hole.
It's all a balancing act.
--Mary
We had to put Trixie to sleep on Wednesday. It wasn't as sad as other losses; Trixie was over 7 years old -- a full life for a ferret. But now I'm thinking about Koosh (who died just before Christmas) and other ferrets I've lost over the past few years. Some of them were just too young. Bosco was only 4 years old.
I miss holding my furry friends. Gabby is the only one left now and she's not very tolerant of being held. She likes to play, but puts her paw down when it comes to hugs and kisses. So I miss the ones who are gone. That's how I feel today. Empty.
But it's not the empty of depression; it's the empty of grief. One of the hardest things we have to do as people with dysthymia and/or major depression is not let the normal range of emotions scare us back down into the depression hole.
It's all a balancing act.
--Mary
