Long time follower, first time poster.
My beautiful 20 year old boy was pts on New Year’s Eve. He had a tumour which took hold really fast and within 3 weeks of being diagnosed he was gone. I was with him at the end and it was peaceful and he didn’t suffer, I know I made the right decision for him.
I’d had him since he was 7 weeks old, he was my absolute best friend. My daughter left home recently so it was just me and the cat. I loved him so much. We had such a close bond. Now I just feel so heartbroken I don’t know what to do with myself. Thankfully my work let me take some emergency leave so I’ve just spent my days at home, mostly just in bed sobbing. I don’t want to go out, I don’t want anything except my cat back. I think it’s only properly hit me today that he’s never coming home. I’ve lost human family members and it’s not hit me so hard.
A friend suggested yesterday that once I feel ready I could think about getting another cat. It was comforting to think that I could do that when the time was right, but the fact is I live near a busy road now, I’m on my own and I work full time. My two (We lost his sister in January to kidney failure) used to go outside before we moved here, but because they were so elderly they weren’t that bothered about going outdoors anymore anyway so while it wasn't ideal at the time (we didn’t move by choice and it was really hard finding a landlord who accepted pets) they very easily adapted to being 100% indoor cats. I’d love to get two kittens one day as I’d really like to ‘start at the beginning’ again, but I’m out all day and they wouldn’t be able to go out and while my house is big and I have lots of toys etc it would just feel cruel. I felt guilty enough leaving my boy on his own all day, even though I know he mainly just slept.
So not only have I lost my babies, I also have to accept I won’t be able to make some new furry friends, and that hurts so deeply. I’ve never not had a cat, since I was a child, and moving house isn’t an option anytime soon. I feel completely lost without my purring fur ball curled up beside me, like I’m in a fog of grief I can’t see an end to. Can anyone who’s been through this offer any advice on how to get through these first few days or weeks?