Good Morning

I finally got a full night's sleep. My friends came to visit me yesterday. It was so good to see them; they're wonderful people. I gave them the puppy KJ had recently purchased, along with all the accessories.

If you haven't been following my life: A week ago, KJ bought a new puppy, a tiny Yorkie. KJ had been suffering from depression, and the puppy made her the happiest she's been in a long time. It's comforting to know that KJ's final week was a good one, even if her final hour was not.

But the puppy upset the family dynamic. We had to block off the living room from the rest of the house, because the puppy was still pad training, and the cats refused to go into the living room with all the puppy smell. Now that the puppy is gone, maybe things can go back to normal. For the cats, anyway.

I can't imagine what this is like from the cats' point of view. We get a new animal that they hate, it blocks off part of the house for them. Then when the dog finally leaves, mommy is gone too. I don't know if they still expect her to come back or what. Whenever KJ's gone for an unusual amount of time, the cats ask about her. Quinn (the tortie) was especially attached to her, and loved climbing on her to sleep.

After my friends left, I didn't do much with my day. I tried to take a nap, twice, and was mostly unsuccessful. I ate a salad for dinner (KJ's salad), and watched YouTube for about an hour. Then I fell asleep on the couch, hurting my neck badly.

I finally got up and went to bed around 9:30 (I usually go to bed around 11). I slept pretty deeply, and woke up around 5:30.

Mom wants me to find a local grief counseling group to attend today, but I doubt I will. I did a little searching on that yesterday, and most of the groups I found were religion-based. I don't want to insult anyone's religion, but I don't need people advising me to pray and put my faith in God to get over KJ's death. That tactic just won't work on me.

Besides, I have plans today. My cats are still afraid of the living room because of the dog smell, and I'm pretty sure there's still a few accidents I haven't found. I'm going to take a shower, start a load of laundry (the living room blankets smell heavily of dog), and clean the living room a bit. It's not much, but it will probably take me most of the day. Even if I don't get it all done, it's nice to have a plan.