Knit 1, Crochet 2

I'm here

Like many good friends have told me, it is getting better. I'm finally where I'm not crying off and on all day. Finally where I don't just want to curl up in a ball and sleep. I knew letting Olive go would be hard, but I didn't know how hard. And I didn't know how much I would miss her. I still have to remind myself she is gone. When a furry head nudges me in my sleep, I have to remember she is gone. I nearly lost it when I went to give the cats their treat of canned food and took out 4 bowls instead of the 3 I now need. And Zoe (the black cat) has been crying for Olive.

But I have to remember the good things. Of how much she loved us. And how peaceful her passing was, in my arms with us whispering that we loved her and what a good kitty she was. The vet and the nurse were incredible. Very caring and compassionate. I wish we could all go like that. I turned some of my grief into a project for Olive. I went to Old Town Needlework in Scottsdale and purchased a hinged box with a cut-out for a small cross stitch piece. I stitched Olive's name, her dates of birth and death. It turned out really nice and her ashes will be sealed inside.

I cannot say enough good things about both the vet - McClintock Animal Care Center and Old Town Needlework. The vet's office was the best. I'll be taking all my animals there from now on after switching from our old vet. They weren't bad, there was just something missing, you know? At Old Town Needlework, Alice was so kind and helpful - everything a shop owner should be. I had been crying all morning and started up again when I went there and told her what I was looking for. I'll be shopping there from now on.

On the other hand, I will NEVER EVER step foot in Attic Needlework ever again. I called about purchasing a stitchable porcelain bowl from them, telling them what it was for so that I could be sure it would be big enough. The lady was very nice and told me she would call the distributor and call back with the details. 2 days later I called again. She had forgotten and would call on Monday. Ok, things happen, right? No call Monday. Called again. She forgot again and would call me back. Never heard back from her. Nice, especially since she knew what the damn jar was for.

Ok, moving on. Thank you so very much for your kind comments and emails. Through this blog and my knitting group I have made such treasured friends. Your kindness has touched my heart and has gone a long way in healing it. Knitting (and crochet! Imagine that.) content will resume very soon. I've been working on a few projects, finished a couple, threw a few more under the couch. Pictures to follow.

Posted by Heather at 10:16 AM