To my Lou

To my Lou. 17th July 2022


Last Wednesday, 13 July, at a little past 9am., I lost my Lou.
She was 18 1/2 years old.
She had several names and knew them all.
Lou ~ Looby Lou ~ Bubbles ~ and Bubs …. my Bubs x

I am devastated.
As she has grown older, and her energy started to slow down, and in particular for the last 2 1/2 years; she has been my constant companion.

All the way through the pandemic, and the year long intensive coaching program I did.
She’s been there all the way. Sharing the same chair when she could.

She had her challenges: a pancreatic condition and dental problems, and eventually kidney disease.
Some people will get this (and some won’t), but during this time my life has pretty much revolved around Lou, her needs and her ailments.

Lou never really had the independence that some cats have.

And in her old age she needed a lot of care and attention. I gave it as best I could.
And I would do it all again in a heartbeat.

I miss her terribly.
Her presence. Her gentleness. Her kindness.

In the book ‘On Grief and Grieving’, which I’m reading again, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and David Kessler talk about how grief changes everything.
The whole world changes.
It’s as though you’re looking out through different eyes…
And there’s no ‘normal’ that can be returned to.

It seems to me, grief cannot be hurried or banished, only honoured…
There is a problem if other emotions intervene, such as anger…or sometimes even guilt. They serve no purpose.

If they are there, then the only way is to clear them, and allow grief the space to breathe.

I miss Lou so much it takes my breath away.

I will tell her story one day.


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