I lost my dear baby in October of this year. She was 18.5 years old and I’ve had her since I was 15! (32 now) and we literally grew up together.
I feel pretty lost and empty without her.
my husband says that I am lonely without a cat. So am I lonely without a cat or lonely without freckles?
I am a philosophy major and one of my classes I had to study contemplative studies on religion. One of the assignments was something that sticks out to you from this course. And one of them was from a lady who studies Catholicism and lost her sister. So I used that for the lost of my cat. I painted a cat with angel wings. I had to explain the intent behind it and I was bawling my eyes doing so.
I still cry frequently over her death.
