Last night a neighbour knocked on my door to let me know my beautiful Frida had been clipped by a car. She was alive when I got to her, but by the time we’d got home and I’d put shoes on to head to the emergency vets she’d gone. It’s only been a few months since we lost our other girl, though that was a natural end of life. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve lost plenty of other animals in my life, but Frida was my heart and soul. I hated her going outside, but she was so miserable being contained. I cant help feeling that it’s my fault for giving in. And if hadn’t brought in a new kitten so quickly, she’d have already been in and on my bed, and not out past 9.00.
I know this overwhelming grief will pass, but right now I don’t see how I can ever stop crying.