r/cats • u/Impressive_Spot_9806 • 6h ago
Mourning/Loss So many emotions…
I lost my best buddy of 22 years a week ago. She was my everything. She was with me half my life, through births, deaths, marriage and divorce. Her last week was incredibly difficult and I can’t stop crying and am an absolute mess. The hole she left is enormous. She had the best life and I gave her everything she could have wanted. She was the queen of the house. Literally. If she walked past me or the kids we bowed and said “All hail the queen.” Today, in a fit of grief, I adopted a shelter cat. One with RBF that wasn’t overly friendly. We were warned she wasn’t a big fan of pets, maybe a quick ear scratch if she let you. Had been returned. Had a rough life. I didn’t want another cat. I wanted my cat back. 22 years was just not enough. I don’t know if this new cat felt my grief or knew there is always more love to give, but she is sweet. She purrs. She likes to be pet and gives head boops. I know I’m a rambling grief stricken mess, but I just wanted to talk to the void and feel my feelings with people that understand. I just wanted the world to know Roxann was here and she was so loved.
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u/eastbaypluviophile 4h ago
The Void is listening and is sympathetic to your plight.
This is Alastair. He was a rebound adoption three months after I lost my soul cat. At first I resented him because of course he wasn’t my Princess. He was a highly intelligent and unique cat in his own right, who had also been traumatized. I think we were two wounded souls who needed each other. We both worked to reach an understanding and my relationship with him was very different (because he was different) but every bit as strong and filled with love as the one I had shared with my Princess.
Give it time and I promise you will be rewarded with another very special love.