Kiddos kitten died the end of March.
We had a couple decent days of looking like she was dealing with it okay, tears, but nothing weird, just normal grief.
Then the grouch came out to visit.
Took a few days, but then we realized, her grouchiness was directed at us in a way that demonstrated she was trying to push us away.
Maggie dying triggered that fear of abandonment and past abandonment all came rushing back.
Kiddo and I had a good talk on the way to school yesterday. The best talks are in the car without eye contact. When I told her I realized what was going on and that those feelings were normal, it was as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders.
Last night we had a nice family night outside in the gazebo.
Kicking myself for taking a couple days of being mad rather than looking for the need behind the behavior. If my head wouldn't get so offended personally when I'm pushed away, maybe I could help her deal better.
Progress, not perfection, I suppose.