Everywhere I look in every room there is just an empty space where he’d usually be sat, he was always wherever we were. Theres no corner or surface of the house he didn’t sit. His collar, leg fluff and the towel he passed away on are still on the sofa, I just can’t bring myself to move them.
He was by my side every single day and night, my rock and comfort. He was ill on and off for the last year and had become clingy and needed a lot of time and love, so I became super attached and am missing him dearly. He was a human trapped in a cats body, just the most incredible animal- loyal, loving, funny and so so sweet. I’d give anything to have him back even for 5 minutes. I keep expecting him to walk in at any moment.
The house feels so empty even though ds, ddog and I are here, his presence and character must have filled the entire house and now he’s gone it feels as though theres just a vacuum, a void.
I’m utterly heartbroken. I feel like I’m spiralling a little after whats been a very tough few months, with him and other issues. In difficult times he would be here by my side and calmed me completely, so I’m struggling. I don’t know why I’m posting really, I just need to know that somebody understands how I feel 😔