I feel guilty, wondering if we did enough for you, if we were ever as good to you as you deserved. I hope that if there’s an afterlife, we’ll be reunited, and when I see you again, you’ll run to me just like you always did every time I got home. I love you deeply and will miss you forever.

I don’t know where to direct the pain; I can't even escape it through sleep because thoughts of him keep me awake at night. I know death is inevitable, but 8 years with you was never enough. I envy those whose cats live long, full lives, and it breaks my heart that you were taken too soon.

I've realized that when I'm walking around the house, I subconsciously look down, trying to avoid stepping on him. And every time the spring doors open, I catch myself thinking it’s him, since he knew how to open them. These little actions feel so significant now that he’s not here.

me too, but i just can’t stop thinking about it 😭