I thought you might want to know how Ivy is doing after our losing Gracie. It’s only been 5 days, but Ivy is doing well.
In fact yesterday I opened the pantry door for something and saw the canned food they’d both stopped eating. Well, Gracie would eat a bit of it but not much.
But Ivy had for weeks refused to go near it. And this is after she acted like it was the best stuff she’d ever tasted when I first gave it to her.
Ivy has just been eating only dry food for a while now.
Anyway, I put a little bit of the canned seafood on a dish as an experiment, and Ivy surprised me by lapping it up.
I was shocked. What is the deal here?
Ivy Is More Loving & Mostly Stays Near Me:
Ivy has been more loving overall.
She gets in my chair and spends a lot of time in it with me. As with any cat, she begs to be petted.
If I stop petting her, she will reach out with one of those big paws and remind me that she’s not ready for me to stop yet.
Ivy is a character. She’s calmer this week and she seems happier. That’s if you can actually tell if a cat is happy. Do you think you can? I wish Ivy could talk to me and tell me.
The housekeeper is here now, Maria, and she’s very nice. She comes every other week after she cleans my next-door neighbor’s apartment.
I think he’s gone to do his volunteer work this morning. He’s helping an 8-year-old boy with reading. He was assigned to this child, and I assume it’s with the literacy project or something.
As he’s finding his way alone after being married for 53 years, I think this is a wonderful outlet as he’s learning to deal with his grief. And he’s helping others at the same time.
Kendra just came to the door and brought me the fabric tote that has Gracie’s ashes in it. She picked it up and brought it straight to me.
My two daughters were out of state when Charlie was cremated. I remember picking up the ashes and barely getting to the door before I fell apart and started sobbing.
So I asked Kendra to pick them up.
I was at the chiropractor yesterday and when I got home there was a message saying “Gracie is ready to be picked up.” Those words tore me up all over again.
I texted Kendra (yes, I’ve begun doing that at both my daughters’ behest) and told her. We’d already agreed that she’d do this when the time came.
Kendra said she was way too busy and it might be Wednesday or Thursday before she could get over there.
An Emotional Reaction:
This may sound crazy, but that was a thought I could not bear. I try not to ask Kendra to do much stuff because she’s so busy.
But leaving Gracie’s ashes there for just a few more days was more than I could handle.
Gracie was just a baby, and the maternal part of me was horrified at the thought that she’d be away from me that much longer.
So this morning she went there.
I’m not going to take Gracie’s ashes out of the bag Kendra handed me until Maria is gone. Because I know I will be very emotional for a while and I don’t want anyone to be around then.
It should be a private moment anyway. My baby’s ashes have come home.
Her box will be placed with the three other boxes. They are my last 3 dogs’ cremated remains. Displayed on the shelf of my office.
Where I can feel closer to them.
My Granddaughter Marley’s First Dance:
This is a photo of my granddaughter Marley at her first dance in her first little black dress. It was a sock hop at her school. It’s a terrible photo but all I have. She is on the left.