Oh man, Aly, I know what that's like. I remember first leaving for college in Vancouver knowing that I'd have to leave my cat behind in California. I cried after my dad put me on the train. But I always kind of hoped I'd see her again. Then about five weeks into the semester my dad called me to tell me that she died. I could not stop crying. I swear I must've cried for days. I truly felt and still sometimes feel like she was the only thing that 'got' it when I was upset. I've cried more for that cat than I have for any person that has died in my life. And I think that's okay.
I also relate because how I came to have Friendly as my own when I was either 4 or 5 is rather similar to how you came to have Einstein/Muffins. I'm just really sorry Aly. It sucks a lot. If you want to give me a call and whine/cry/whatever, do it. I understand and I'll let you do it.
I was ok for the most part today. While I was on my lunch break this afternoon I called my mom to see how she was doing and ended up crying all over again because she told me she couldn't even be in the house right now. Muffins loved getting dirty and my mom kept finding her paw prints throughout the house.
Oh, Aly, I'm so sorry! I can sort of empathize with you. I love my cat more than I could ever love another human and the mere thought of her dying sends me into fits of crying. I don't know what I'll do when she's gone. :( *hugs*
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I also relate because how I came to have Friendly as my own when I was either 4 or 5 is rather similar to how you came to have Einstein/Muffins. I'm just really sorry Aly. It sucks a lot. If you want to give me a call and whine/cry/whatever, do it. I understand and I'll let you do it.
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:( *hugs*
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