My cat has been around for 16 years but is now in his last weeks and I can’t stop crying about it. He lives across the country with my parents and I flew home to see him one last time. I leave in the morning but can’t stop crying. He means the world to me.
He got very sick last week suddenly, and we found out he has lymphoma that has ruined his gastrointestinal tract and is spreading to his heart and elsewhere. He doesn’t eat or drink like he used to, and he’s clearly not as comfortable as he used to be. It’s really hard to see, but his spirit and curiosity are still there. He still gets excited to see us when we come home, and he still spends all of his time around us. It’s hard to see him like this, but he still has an energy and spirit that says maybe he’s not ready to go quite yet. How do you ever know?
He was a stray we adopted when I was 10 years old. He started showing up around our neighborhood, so my family put food out for him. Every day after school, I’d go outside and shake the food bowl, and he’d come running to it from wherever he was hiding. Then he’d hang out as I finished my homework with him outside. Eventually we adopted him as our own.
I went through so much with that cat in my life. 3 moves, school transfers, and more. He was my four footed best friend through it all. Whenever I was sad or lonely, just looking at him would cheer me up.
I was really sad to leave for college and then leave for other cities because I wanted him to come with me. I knew that would be unfair because I wouldn’t be around as much as my parents could be to keep him company. Even though we’ve been apart, I still love and miss him so much.
Even though we had multiple pets, he was my cat and I was his human. He followed me everywhere, I taught him tricks, played with him, everything. He’s the last of my family’s many pets over the years.
I’ve flown home to see him one last time in case he passes. I don’t want to leave in the morning knowing it’s the last time I’ll see him or pet him or hold him or hear his meows or purring again.
I am so sad and don’t know what to do. I feel like I will never get over this or stop missing him. I’ve never experienced a loss like this in my life before. I’ve had relatives and other animals pass away, but I truly felt a special bond with this cat and I have so many happy memories with him.
Have any of you experienced this before? How do you cope? How do you move on?
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