So sorry, OP. We lost our girl in April - she was only ten and it feels like we were robbed of her. She had stomach cancer and we had her pts as soon as we had the diagnosis, despite her being “well” in herself. I couldn’t bear to think of her suffering (it couldn’t be cured and the prognosis even with treatment was 12 months) but still wonder if we went too soon, and in fact robbed her.
It’s absolutely awful, and I miss her every day. But it’s not the terrible, heart-wrenching grief from the start. I hope we did the right thing for her, and I know she was so, so loved, and had the absolute best life with us - that gives me some comfort. We got some photos printed out and framed, including a lovely wee collage I put together. In the fireplace we have her ashes in a fancy urn thing, with a big framed photo, and the small collage is on the mantelpiece next to where I always light a candle at night. There’s another photo on the mantelpiece where my DP works from home. She’s everywhere. I had the vet take paw prints and got one done as a tattoo on my arm. She’s on me, and in my heart. It’s got easier. Could any of those things work for you?
We adopted a wee boy very soon after saying goodbye to her. I know it’s not for everyone but it’s what I needed. He was a stray kitten found in a woman’s shed, and it was an excellent project for me to get him to become a lovely little lapcat. He’s a devil, and a delight, and I am so glad he’s here. I love him so much - I think she sent him to me really. I spent long hours sitting on the kitchen floor with him in his first weeks here telling him stories, and it paid dividends for him and for me. He knows he’s here because she isn’t, and that she is keeping an eye on him from the hearth! I love seeing him in her spots, particularly now it’s colder - one year she had black singed whiskers because she flew too close to the radiator, and the other day I thought he might burn his.
Can you tell us any more about your lovely cat? What was her name? Our girl was Saffy, and I feel so, so lucky to have had seven years (we adopted her when she was three) with her. Our little ginger thug has big paws to fill.