Who is taking it the hardest?

Yesterday was a really hard day with all of the crying.  I am not yet sure of who is taking it the hardest and having a hard time moving through the grieving process. 

I went home early and tried to get some of my work done on my laptop.  That just started the tears.  Usually when I sit at my desk and work on my laptop Precious is under my feet letting me rub my smelly feet all over him.  It was really hard not to have him there while I worked.  I have also been battling a migraine headache for a couple weeks.  I missed Precious laying on me while I laid on the couch watching TV not feeling well.  When David got home we went to Burger King for dinner (such a diabetic no no).  I usually have Monkey tapping me on the elbow for a bite of my burger or chicken.  Precious would sit under the coffee table and let Monkey do the work so he would get a handout too.  It was sad to only give a handout to Monkey.

I know for sure that David is really heartbroken also.  He did not sleep well last night and still looked really sad this morning.  If Precious wasn't sitting on one of us he was always sitting on the arm of the couch next to David.  Precious would also greet everyone in the morning.  David being the first person up missed the greeting this morning.

DB has been the saddest about Precious.  When I got home yesterday she looked all over the house for him.  She came up to me and whined until I walked all over with her.  DB is my deaf dalmatian/pit bull and Precious best dog friend.  Precious was intuitive about DB, he got that she was deaf.  He would stand on DB while she was laying down and knead her sides.  He would also get close to her and purr so that she could feel the vibrations.  I read an article about showing your other animals the body of the deceased animal so that they know their buddy has passed on.  I am now wishing we had went inside before getting the shovels out of the garage and showed the others that Precious was gone.  DB will understand with some time.  I am thinking about walking her up to where we buried him so that she can sniff around. 

We have survived the first twenty four hours without Precious.  I think David and I have both decided Monkey will be our last cat.