I often read all the Litter Tray posts but haven’t ever written on here before. I hope that’s ok. I just need to tell people who won’t say ‘it was only a cat’, as my boss has just intimated when I phoned to say I can’t come in today (I tried and got dressed but just couldn’t make it any further).
My wonderful 8 year old boy was run over yesterday afternoon. I received a phone call from a local vets to say someone had handed his body in. Which I’m really grateful they were kind enough to do, otherwise I’d have never known.
I’ve lost cats before, like to think I’m reasonably level headed, but this has knocked me sideways. I didn’t even cry when my Mum died, but I literally can’t stop breaking down. He was so special (and I know everyone’s cat is). Such a character and such a sweetheart. Never had a cat that affectionate before, constant headbutts as kisses, always climbing on me at the wrong moment, especially when I was running late…..
For various reasons my life is a bit shit at the moment and he was my only constant. He was worshipped - and he knew that at least. I loved him so very much. Just feel ridiculously sad and I know I need to pull myself together for work tomorrow.
Thank for listening.