Every Day's A Sunday
Aug. 5th, 2025 06:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootWelp, this morning Mismatch refused her medication. I tend to stick it in Lickelix and cover it in Dreamies, usually an irresistible bribe. Turns out neither were impressed, but Mismatch wouldn't touch her bowl at all.
She and her sister have gone howling around the house, maybe looking for him or just making noise for the sake of it. Revelation for me; incontinence had become a big problem for Ralik, what with his dementia and also pressure from colon to bladder due to being unable to defecate. I was cleaning up puddles of wee four or five times a day, and while I knew some of it was him, thought Mismatch, who's got a few behavioural oddities, was being triggered into doing the same. So much for that theory. Not a single accident since his passing, all perfectly clean. Poor boy. Also, poor girl, being secretly blamed by me! But seeing as I never told either of them off for it, I won't reproach myself too much.
We've had very kind invitations from friends. After the Fringe it's been suggested we could pop down to Morecambe and meet an excellent mate at a gig, then go on on to see others at the lovely house in Wales. This all sounds great. That house is so sweet to me, some of my best mornings spent sat on the doorstep watching the mountains while the sun warmed my bones. But I hesitate. Last time there I was in the throes of cancer, now there's this, don't want to be always bringing dolour to my friends. On the other hand the arrangement would be a while off yet. Worth giving it some thought.
I won't be doing much today. Right now every day's a Sunday.
She and her sister have gone howling around the house, maybe looking for him or just making noise for the sake of it. Revelation for me; incontinence had become a big problem for Ralik, what with his dementia and also pressure from colon to bladder due to being unable to defecate. I was cleaning up puddles of wee four or five times a day, and while I knew some of it was him, thought Mismatch, who's got a few behavioural oddities, was being triggered into doing the same. So much for that theory. Not a single accident since his passing, all perfectly clean. Poor boy. Also, poor girl, being secretly blamed by me! But seeing as I never told either of them off for it, I won't reproach myself too much.
We've had very kind invitations from friends. After the Fringe it's been suggested we could pop down to Morecambe and meet an excellent mate at a gig, then go on on to see others at the lovely house in Wales. This all sounds great. That house is so sweet to me, some of my best mornings spent sat on the doorstep watching the mountains while the sun warmed my bones. But I hesitate. Last time there I was in the throes of cancer, now there's this, don't want to be always bringing dolour to my friends. On the other hand the arrangement would be a while off yet. Worth giving it some thought.
I won't be doing much today. Right now every day's a Sunday.
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Date: 2025-08-05 12:43 pm (UTC)Distraction really does soak up some of the grief if we let it. Of course, there are all sorts of issues with distraction—like if we are not actively grieving, are we being disloyal? Doesn't grief keep our darling close?
Only you can answer questions like that.
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Date: 2025-08-05 09:43 pm (UTC)Distraction really does soak up some of the grief if we let it. Very true!
Interesting what you say about one's sense of disloyalty re grieving actively/not actively. While I respect those feelings, the darling is always close, whatever/whoever it may be. One of my big flaws is that I am not able to let things go, it's just something I don't know how to do. The good thing about this is that I have rich memories and stories. The bad stuff's a double whammy, intense and long lasting together. But once the pain fades/dries out I'm grateful to be able to do things again. I know my love would understand.
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