This is not really weight loss related, although it is affecting my appetite. Perhaps there's someone out there that understands how I feel.
On Valentine's Day I lost my beloved indoor cat, Jack. He was a pure white short haired domestic. He had a wonderful personality, affectionate but cheeky at times.
I was on the computer, completing my weigh in details for the week and he was in my bedroom (his favourite room), I heard a loud bang and a meow, I thought something had fallen on him so I ran to help. I found him stretched out on my bed, he had died instantly, there was not a damn thing I could do to help. I felt so useless. I think that he died from a broken neck, but I really can't say for sure. It is such a shock, one minute he was there, the next he was gone - he was only 5 years old, in the prime of his life. It feels like someone has ripped my heart out and is using it for footy practice. I just feel sick to the stomach.
Every where I go in the house reminds me of him, I don't have the option of going out as I'm house bound most of the time from CFS. I know in time it will get easier and I'll smile when I recall a cherished memory of him but for now its damn hard.
Thanks for listening,
Angel