Sunday, November 20, 2011
I slept very little last night. I wrote her a limerick, because I had to do something other than lie in bed and wonder if I could have done anything differently. I will be posting it a little later. She is still there on the floor of her room. This morning, I opened the door to her room and took Herman back to see her. He sniffed her paw for quite a while, then went around to his little hidey-hole under the sewing machine. He was attracted to her food, but kept looking back at Emma. Finally, he reached out and very gently touched her paw. Then he nibbled on her kitten food and left the room. In a little bit I will go out and find the shovel and see if the soil is frozen or if I can dig her a grave. There is a spot under the living room window just across from the bird feeder where I can bury her. If the soil is frozen, I will put her in the garage until tomorrow when I can contact the vet about having her cremated.
Most people stop blogging for a while after losing a loved one, but I think I will be blogging more. I need to keep my mind occupied and it's good to know that other kitties are having birthdays and gotcha days and house trashing parties. Goodbye, my dear sweet Emma. I will miss you so much.