Two crates, Two Dog beds, Two sets of dish bowls...Two lives maybe?

Posted by Jessica
May 25, 11:45 am:
After seeing Shasta's body, my family went for a birthday lunch for my mom. It was solemn. My mom cried at the table. I didn't. I have to put up a front so that she can regain her composure. It got better as we progressed with the lunch. I called Gavin to tell him the plans and how it went.

Gavin sounded really sad. He has extended the hotel stay for another night. He didn't leave the room the entire day. We both want to be alone or with each other at this point...we really don't want to talk to anyone.

Gavin's parents called earlier and mentioned that Shasta was very loved. He was happy during his stay at my Mom's. His Mom told me to not blame my Mom...I have no intentions to blame anyone except myself. My rational, realist side keeps reminding me that Shasta's time was up, nothing could be done to prevent it. That's not a comforting thought but at least it keeps me from crying.

I made plans to meet up with his parents for dinner on Tues.

After lunch, we went back to my Mom's to bring my luggage and Shasta's stuff back to our apt at Dover. I was fighting back tears.

When I stepped into Dover apt, I felt at home. I started to have energy and wanted to unpack my luggage. 1/4 of my luggage is filled with stuff for Shasta. I put them away calmly. Shasta's things were going through my head...he has doubles of many things..two beds, two sets of dish bowls, two crates (one crate is in U-haul storage in SF)...what do we do with his stuff?

I don't know what to do with the items yet but I put them away except for his bed and crate.

I pulled up his bed at his usual spot next to my side of the bed. I put his collar on his bed.

I miss him terribly.