My D has a cat that she bought with birthday money 5 years ago. They adore each other. The cat even will sit at the door to the garage and meow pitifully when D is gone–at least she sometimes did up until a couple months ago. A new kitty entered our family then, and D’s cat was not happy. Cat has accepted Kitty now, and she has resumed her normal self for the most part, but she is still upset with D, and so she is still not completely back to normal with D. I keep telling Cat that D is leaving and that she’s messing up her last weeks with D home like this, but Cat isn’t listening. Or, maybe she is listening and is protecting herself from feeling too much pain when D isn’t here. Lol!
As for the humans, we’re soaking up all we can with D, trying to fit in as much as possible with her and as a family. For example, last night we traveled to another nearby city for a little getaway that includes surprising youngest D with tickets for Cinderella with MT D (which youngest D claims was the best, most magical night of her life–and MT D was also glowing and has another show she wants to be in especially so she can be part of the amazing costume changes), visiting some of D’s favorite spots, and making sure D has time with some other people, too. I’m so grateful that, for all of her life, I’ve absolutely soaked in life with her (and my other kids’, as well, of course).
D leaves in a few weeks, and I can’t believe it. She continues to just be super excited, not nervous at all (although she says she guesses nerves may kick in at some point). She is eager for the training, her classes, meeting her professors and other students, life in a big city, hanging out with people there, everything… She’s had her roommate picked out for at least a month (another MTer), and they’ve had a great time planning and getting to know each other a bit long-distance. (Doesn’t technology make this area so different from our experiences? D loves keeping up with all her UArts online groups and talking with people there.) A couple days ago, she received a third roommate and her room assignment, and she’s been happily communicating with the new roommate and finalizing plans with both.
As for me, I’m thrilled for her, but, inside (and sometimes expressed in a tight hold hug and a laugh or something), I’m also grieving for her impending departure. In spite of this grief, I think we’re both mostly ready for this next stage. It’s not the I-can’t-wait-to-get-away-from-you type of ready (we’re very close); it’s just time for her to fly, and we both know it.