My brother is Autistic.
Last year one of his beloved cats died, due to old age (19), he really struggled with the loss. Shut himself away for weeks, stopped eating and it took me and my parents ages to bring him out of himself again – he literally lives for his pets.
Yesterday the other cat (9 years old) seemed really ill; stopped eating, refused to move around much, and seemed unhappy when anyone went near her; hissing and growling – she’s usually pretty laid back, sits in the most inconvenient spot on the sofa whether someone’s sat there or not, and is usually happy for anyone to go up and give her a fuss so it was really strange behaviour. I was terrified he was going to lose this cat too.
Turned out to be a strained back and a sore tooth. Tooth has been pulled out and painkillers prescribed. She’s on inside only for a few weeks (she hardly goes out anyway) and no-one is to stroke her back at all until she goes back to the vet in a few weeks, but I’m so relieved.
I cried when I was told, was relieved for both the cat and my brother.
But now I feel a bit silly, it’s not my cat, and I’m over 30 years old to be crying over someone else’s cat.
WIBU to cry?