My beautiful little cat was run over today and killed. I held her lifeless body and, after quite a few tears shed, I buried her in the garden.
Now it's not my dp's cat and he doesn't really like animals, fine I get this; however once he got back from work and told him he shrugged and said "it's just a cat, who cares". I'm livid. I get he doesn't like them much but anyone with an ounce of empathy would understand the sadness of losing something I've loved for 17 years. Right? Or am I being unreasonable?