Couldn't think of of snappy subject header, but essentially, I both want and don't want another cat, after mine was put to sleep four months ago. She was 12 years-ish. Had stomach cancer.
I found the grief very acute for, say, the first month. Having a little cry as I type this, but generally I just miss her now without feeling emotionally pole axed. Still tend to wake up and
She was my first (only?) cat as an adult, I was living alone (but with her) for most of her life and she was just such a fantastic cat. Funny, sociable, valiant, cuddly; of course I'm biased! I didn't choose her as such; I put a toe in the water to foster a cat and the shelter just delivered the one that needed a break the most. It was this skinny one year old, abandoned when pregnant. She never left.
I'm going to want the next cat to be her, aren't I? Yet at the same time as different as possible to her.
Whoops, having a proper cry, now. Maybe too early to think about it.