Had to have our lovely black and white moggie PTS yesterday, she was 16, had hyperthyroidism (managed with tablets) and l lymphoma, which this last few days was making her very poorly so I knew it was her time.
There is a cat-shaped void wherever I look. I came home and had to clear her bowls away, the litter tray, as to look at her things feels unbearable right now.
But I feel like I'm carrying around this guilt too - that the last few years I haven't had the time for her, I've been too preoccupied with small children, too tired to give her the time and the cuddles she had for ten years before kids arrived. And now of course it's too late.
My DH is philosophical about her death, the kids seem apparently unbothered so it's just me, with this permanent lump in my throat, and sick feeling in my stomach.
I don't know why I'm posting, I just feel I need to share my grief with those who understand. Ive lost pets before, but not for so many years now, I'd forgotten how devastating it can feel 