What the f*ck am i gonna do without her, and will I have the courage to do the right thing?
Been through it twice.
A cat I never thought I’d feel that way about, jobs, relationships, even a wife came and went, but for 18 years every day she was there for me. I only took her home because she was obsessed with getting at a mates pet finches and he’d had to cage her as a kitten.
She was old when I left the country, but an elderly lady wanted company for her similar age house cat. I handed over a heap of food, gave her the contents of my wallet, drove a few streets away, parked up and cried my eyes out.
More recently my last Cattle Dog / Blue Heeler was 14. He wasn’t even supposed to be mine, he was the dog of a step son who’d moved out. We just bonded, had a connection. He was only ill for a short while and didn’t suffer. My wife was with him at the end. I should have been but wasn’t, I still regret it.
I’ve never had kids, never been close to my family. Quite a few of my family and friends have passed away, more so recently, from old age and illness to motorbike and car crashes, but I’ve been more upset over a cat and a dog than any person.
Not everyone get the same connection to their animals, I get that, that’s OK, but I have sympathy for those that do.