He came to us one day, while I was living at my parents. The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. He was in good health, well looked after, very social. Figured he must belong to someone so didnt pay him much mind. He was still in the garden two, three days later so we let him in and attached a paper collar. No contact and still wearing it two days later, so we took him to the vet. They couldn’t get hold of the owners on the chip and after a week he was rehomed to us. We felt so lucky that day, this precious boy had chosen us.
We moved together as a 3 to our new house by the sea. Everything was perfect, he was like our son. He pined for the outdoors so we had no choice but to let him out when it was time. We assumed he would stay out the back, as he was terrified of cars. We were wrong.
This has absolutely devastated me, we only had him for a year and a half. He was 4, much too young to be gone.
For the first 3 days I sobbed and screamed non stop, I couldn’t understand why someone would just hit a cat, I always brake, so why couldn’t they?
It’s been 10 days now and I am so scared that I feel “okay”, does that mean I didn’t love my boy? Because I’m certain that I did, he meant the world to me. I don’t want to feel okay, I don’t want to let him go. He was my soul cat so why don’t I feel much at the moment?
This is very rambling and I’m sorry, I don’t have anyone to talk to about this. I can’t keep burdening my mum and my husband with my constant thoughts. But I really need someone to talk to
