Stupid post really but my little
black cat died a few hours ago. Actually, a couple of days ago. Just heard tonight, someone brought her to the vet, they found her dead in their garden. Unmarked, looked like she was asleep. Don't know what caused it.
I know outdoor cats live daily with massive risk but it's hit me like a ton of shit. Have a lot of other stuff going on atm so I suspect that can't be helping. Just keep thinking about her when she was 5 m.o she'd just been spayed and she was so miserable in her suit she slept in the crook of my neck, she's purr and purr. The very first day she arrived she curled up and snoozed on my leg like she'd always known me. She was a good footballer and sang like Cilla Black.
I am finding it really hard to take, she was so pretty and affectionate and not even two. Just so heart-broken. I know it's not rational, all pets die, and I've said all the right things to the kids but fuck it's really hard. I can't even remember the last time I saw her, I've been away from home for weeks dealing with another matter and I just feel such guilt. I just want to stroke her again and say cheerio,