I made it through the day at work. I kept to myself, mostly, except that in the afternoon I contributed rather too much to the meeting. Volunteered myself for too much, is what. I found I could not tell the people at work, the ones who were there today, about Simba, in person. So I sent an email explaining why I looked like hell today.
I picked up Simba from the vet on my way home and buried him in my back yard. Fortunately, it rained recently, so I was able to dig and actually make a hole. If it were dry I would have been trying to dig concrete. He was wrapped in a plastic bag and in a towel and I left him that way, did not open it to look upon my beautiful cat one more time. Now I wish I had.
Burying him was a good ritual. I think rituals help us face things, move on.
I hope tomorrow is easier. I hope tonight is easier.
