Thank you all for the replies, it really helps. She was one of a kind and I'm feeling lost without her around. It's the little things like if I didn't let her into the bathroom with me she'd stick her paws under the door, or the plastic milk rings from the milk jugs she'd steal and play with for hours. I've found them everywhere.
I've lost other cats before to old age and for them I was sad but I knew it was coming and prepared for it. This was so sudden it is just hard to wrap my brain around it. It is true though she died at home, loved, warm and happy. Vince her buddy is a flame point snow shoe and he's hanging out with me and keeping close. Thanks again for the support it's much appreciated.
I'm so sorry. I am very much a cat person, so I can understand how hard this is.
My childhood kitty, that we had since I was a baby, died when I was 17 and I was absolutely devastated. She was one of a kind and I STILL miss her ten years later. I've had another cat for the last ten years who I adore, but he's still no Buffy. She was special.
I've lost other cats before to old age and for them I was sad but I knew it was coming and prepared for it. This was so sudden it is just hard to wrap my brain around it.
I'm so sorry for your loss, I know how sad and raw you feel at the moment.
I prepared myself in the fall that my old heart dog, the shaggy mutt, with the bad heart, dodgy hip, cataracts, and poor outlook, would not survive the winter.
He is still with us, but our beautiful Doberman died, like your beloved friend he went suddenly while in his prime, and it was just a devastating shock.
The only thing that I kept telling myself was that for him it wasn't a bad way to go, he was chasing a snow hare and just dropped. He was spared the slow decline into old age, that so wouldn't have suited him.
Time is a great healer, and it is the saddest thing that our beloved animals live such fleeting lives, the only worse pain than losing them is the thought of never sharing that joy, no matter how long or short a time we are blessed with it.
I'm not sure if I grew out of stupid or ran out of brave.
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