How I Recovered From the Loss of My Cat
I never knew that a loss could be so traumatic
In 2016 my cat friend died. Anyone who has ever loved a pet knows that this can bring unbearable pain. They’re not just animals, they are family members.
Boo Boo and I had this great routine. Every evening, I would sit on the couch with my laptop and write. And Boo Boo would be right beside me, perched on the top of the couch watching over me, purring. Often he rested his paw on my shoulder. It was such a cozy scene, the two of us, listening to music while I wrote. I achieved a lot that year, and was so productive. I would rather stay home with that sweet cat than go out on the town.
Boo Boo never had a huge amount of energy, but one day I realized that he had slowed down a lot. He wanted to rest all the time. And then, he started hiding around the house. His gums were gray. He stopped eating. The vet gave me the diagnosis: He had dangerous anemia, and they were certain it was cancer.
We fought it, but Boo Boo was too weak.He was even too tired to lift his head out of the water bowl. The Vet couldn’t save him. When he passed away, it was devastating. I never knew how much an animal could mean to me. I couldn’t believe how deeply I missed him. I felt like I’d lost a friend.
