I wonder if you fellow cat lovers can help me unpack my feelings about this... We lost our little panther girl just after Christmas. It was sudden and too soon. She was my soul cat, it broke our hearts and we've grieved her terribly...
But the house is really feeling empty without feline energy and this week DH and I finally went to see some kittens in a rescue. Well of course, they are adorable... 😻😻 They're about 12 weeks, Mama Cat has decided she's done with them, they just need a vet check and then it looks like we'll have a brother and sister...
And I came home and just sobbed... I feel almost guilty about having new ones - keep telling myself they're not the colour I'd have chosen (they're not but it doesn't matter)... that I'm too old to have kittens (60)... that we should get work done on the house first... that I won't love them the same...
I think it's maybe that this is the final 'proof' that my special girl has gone. Oh blimey, there I go, blubbing again... We had her and her brother (also died too soon) since they were kittens, and I can remember feeling Adopters' Remorse in the early days, but after that we really bonded and couldn't have loved them more...
It's going to be okay, isn't it? I feel like such a daft bint... Can't tell anyone this, they'd just go 'Yay, kittens!'
And indeed, yay kittens... 😁 But feeling a bit raw today...