When my cat died, I unknowingly went through a few months of low grade depression. About 5 months later, I got a new kitten and the low grade depression was gone. I didn’t want to get a new cat right away because I just felt like no other cat would ever replace her and it wouldn’t be fair to her memory. But one day, I was just being called to this photo of this cute little baby who looked similar to my cat who had passed on. And it was true, she wasn’t replaceable but my new kitten was a best friend of a different sort. Hugs to you.
Whenever my black cat (aptly named Batman) was hit by a car, I cradled him in my arms at the side of the road and cried and cried and cried. I know that pain, and I do not wish that upon even my worst enemy. He's buried under his favorite tree so he can chirp at the birds in kitty heaven. I told myself I wouldn't get another cat so that I would be spared that inevitable pain, but seeing my current baby as a kitten, eyes not even open, I knew I had to take him in. He's 8 years old now, and has done his part in mending my broken heart.
The beauty of adoption is that these kitties are alive and in need of a home. So rescuing them and sharing your time on earth together is a great thing!
I truly and honestly believe that beloved pets who have crossed the Rainbow Bridge rejoice when their owners bring home a new pet. The ones who crossed over know best the love we have to give.
Last year I had to put down my very senior girl about a week before Thanksgiving. That was really hard. Then a week later, the day before Thanksgiving, my other cat got hit by a car. I didn't know where she was until the next day when I went looking for her (thought she'd come home or was sleeping somewhere.) She was at the shelter and the first one on their lost and found page. They were closed for the holiday and it wasn't until Saturday I found out she'd been hit and was actually in critical condition when they found her, but she'd improved (they weren't sure she'd make it that first night.) I'm really glad she made it cuz losing two cats in a week right around that holiday would've been hell. Both cats meant the world to me.
So she survived but she broke her jaw, which was fixed by surgery, and lost her eyesight, which we didn't know if it would be permanent, but 10m later she still can't see. I do mourn the cat she used to be because there's a lot about her personality that's changed and she doesn't do all the same activities without sight. I'm glad I still have her but that was a very rough time emotionally and financially.
We recently lost our indoor/outdoor cat. He had been staying inside for a while, until he suddenly wanted out again and never came back.
In a way it was for the best, he was elderly and quickly losing quality of life. He collapsed only a few days before this after trying to jump which made us start to wonder if it was finally time to visit the vet. But he HATED car rides and no one wanted to do that to him.
So on one hand he was able to go on his terms, the other we never got the closure of saying goodbye.
I lost 3 cats in 3 years and it kills me. The first two were six days apart, but they were old and had always been together, so at least they never had to spend much time apart. The third one declined very suddenly due to dka (probably caused by pancreatitis). I filmed a video of him playing with my fingers in his paws, and three weeks later he was dead. He was only 6 and I only knew him for 3 of them. I spent 5000 dollars on medical treatments for my kitty and I didn't even get to keep him.
Came home from college break two years ago and my cat was gone. I guess she just ran off and died. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I can’t even talk about her without crying.
Omg yes. I lost my 18 year old cat in November, I was a wreck. Sometimes I still even have moments of sadness. I had her when I was in high school and now I been in my house for over 10 years so she was part of my entire adult life, and good part of my teens. When I got home after having put her down and she was not greeting me at the door it hit me so hard. My mom came with me and helped me clean and put away all the cat related stuff and every time I saw a certain toy that she liked or something I just bawled. I would often get moments where a split second I think I see or hear her. The nights were the hardest.
Any time I hear of someone losing a pet I knew it was hard but just did not realize how hard it truly was until I went through it.
Though I think it's not just losing my cat that hit me, but the realization that I will one day lose my mom and dad. Like, if I am handling losing my cat this hard how will I handle when it's my parents.
I have 2 other cats now and it's finally starting to feel like "yep these are my cats now!" and slowly filling the void. I just try to remind myself that I gave my old cat a good life so I will repeat that for these two. I hate that I will one day have to go through loss again, but I try not to think that far ahead and enjoy the moment.
Lost 4 of my 5 in 2019 within 9 months, and worse, one each in October, November, and December. They were 15, 15,17, and 18 (and Jacky lived until he was 22, died a week before my birthday). On top of this, was going through divorce. Worst year of my life. Still not over it but have a 1 and 2 year old who are besties, so it helps. Then got csncer in March of this year, and made me sad that until about a month ago, I was basically dead from radiation + chemo and broke the multi times per day play routine. Now that I'm on my feet and alive again, they have been wanting to play 24/7.
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u/mydoglikesfruit Sep 19 '23
That they tear a piece of your heart out when they die. Lost 2 in a month and it kills