She died 3 weeks ago. It was unexpected, she was young.
I miss her so much. She was such a sweet girl. So calm and gentle. When everything else was going to shit, she would stare at me with her serious little face and I would feel reassured. I think perhaps she was a bit of a coping mechanism for me. If she was by my side then the world was a good place and I could manage. She calmed me.
She was very attached to me - I rescued her as a very young kitten and hand reared her.
Now she's gone and it still unexpectedly hits me like a thump in the stomach. She's left this huge hole.
I've lost pets before. It's always sad, but I've never felt quite so bereft before. I' just so, so sad that she's gone. And I'm angry because she was too young. And I'm guilty because why didn't I know she was sick? I'm putting on a brave face every day but in private I sob in my car or cry myself to sleep. I just miss her.