My beautiful soul mate died yesterday. She was only 18 months old.
We have a camera on the catflap and I saw she'd gone out at 3am. She wasn't there in the morning and I was worried and put it out my mind getting on with parenting and work. At 11 I went out round the streets calling her name and a neighbour got in touch to say at 6.30am they'd seen a cat dead on the main road.
We hunted for hours for her. I knew in my heart it was her despite everyone saying it might not be. But she didn't come home. Later someone got in touch to say they'd taken her body thinking she was their cat only to find their cat at home later. All day I searched the hedgerows hoping she had crawled off to hide.
They brought her body round, she was stiff and there was some blood but she was still my girl. I took her to vet for cremation as couldn't bare the kids wanting to see her.
I am broken. I cannot eat, cannot sleep. Can barely breath. I loved her so much. She was the one thing in my life who always showed me love, no arguing like the kids, just contentment all the time. Always waiting for an opportunity to lie on me. All I had to do was look at her and she'd purr. We had such a special bond.
How do I go on? How will I feel happy again? How could someone knock her down and leave. What if we'd found her earlier? Why didn't I keep her in at night. Why was our time together so short? I want to hear the meow when she walked through the door looking for me, just one more time.
I don't know why I'm posting, I just need to let it out