On January 23, 2009 my beloved 19 year old cat LadyDi died at the age of 19. We had grown up together and had been through everything together. She slept on my bed all the time, cuddled with me, cheered me up, made me happy, and stood by me while I was bulimic. She was the world's greatest cat, but then she got sick in January and died.

Then on the night of January 8, 2014 my 85 year old grandmother died in a nursing home of dementia. She was the greatest grandmother in the whole wide world, but I wasn't always nice to her and I feel guilty for the things that I did and said to her.

When I was bulimic, I was hoping to die before them. I was hoping to die before them, because then when they died it wouldn't have been painful for me to see them go and I wouldn't have had to endlessly grieve over their deaths.

My mom and brother don't understand how close I was to my grandmother. Same with my cat LadyDi's death and it's been 6 years since she died, but 1 year since my grandmother died.

The pain is endless!

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Where did you go supersmash??

I'm right here!

Have any of you ever had a grandparent or a pet who died and then you were heartbroken forever?

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Originally Posted by supersmashfan

Have any of you ever had a grandparent or a pet who died and then you were heartbroken forever?

Not heartbroken forever ... but for a long time certainly. I lost my grandma about 7 years ago. She was my rock since I was a small child. She died in May. That next August I was diagnosed with breast cancer, and I can't tell you how much I needed and missed her. But, throughout it all I kept hearing her wisdom in my heart and feeling her presence with me. I still miss her very much ... but I am not longer heart broken. I also lost a beloved pet a while ago. She was a 12 year old golden retriever. Best dog I ever had. I still feel her at times ... and on a good day I find one of her long blond hairs. She is buried in my front yard. I planted a weeping cherry tree over her cremains ... and every spring she *blooms* again in my heart. Grief is so hard ... but it does heal some with time.

At least you have great memories of them, right? I have great memories of my grandmother and cat too.