We had to let Valina go on Wednesday.
Spent half an hour crying my heart out.
Felt guilty for the rest of the day for giving up the fight, but at some point there's no use in keeping up the fight. At nearly twenty and having had chronic trouble for the last five years...
Ten minutes after my ex had confirmed that she had been put to sleep, one of my cookbooks fell off the shelf. It was 'Death's cookbook', featuring Death from a German cartoon series and because it had a funny cover I decided to put it in front of the other books so everyone could see the cover.
I can't quite explain why it fell off the shelf, but imagining it was Valina paying a last visit certainly is one of the more likeable explanations. Especially since twenty minutes later my Garfield figurine dropped off the shelf, too. O.O
I was afraid I'd spend the rest of the week crying, but everyone was very supportive here. That night, my tom came to me and laid his head on my shoulder as if he was hugging me. He's not come to cuddle with me before falling asleep for a while now. Don't know why, but kinda figured he just perfered sleepin in front of the heating to sleeping on my bed because the heating was warme... He's nearly 18 anyway...
So, my dear Valina, get along well with Hexe this time, greetings to Cinderella & Tinkerbelle, who are greatly missed, cuddles to Sir Smokie, who left this world too soon (and has an awesome mustache!), and be a good mom to Filbert Stout, who unfortunately did not have the chance to find out what it is like to have human who loves you dearly.