I like getting back on track with things.=DI have to say, I love that this thread has just turned into friendly, respectful chatting after some rather heavy topics were discussed. That's what I love so much about all of you guys and why this is my permanent home! <3
I used to do horse riding as a kid. I say horse riding, it was more like more hangIng out with him. He was pretty big too but he was so kind and so gentle and I was very sad when he died. He wasn’t my horse but I did feel like he was one.=)
When my cat died, I was in a heavy place and really struggled. It was very interesting that a lot of the university staff members who wished me well and understood the grief that I had were very supportive and empathetic. I even got referred to a grief counselor who took the time to tell me that it was okay to have the relationship connectivity with my cat. That the concept of “just an animal” and “part of the circle of life” did not fully understand the depth that people have with their connections with animals. My cat saved my life. I was in a very negative manner after being diagnosed, became suicidal, depressed and nothing that was in the form of support was helping. I was made to volunteer at this shelter and when I was volunteering at the animal Shelter, I was given this little black kitten to look after. He gave me purpose. He was my anchor. He was my buddy and would often eat my school work So i would have to redo it so it was not damaged. Didn’t think I’d ever get a cat but now I’ve had 5. I wish I had been there for him when I had to say goodbye. And I wish that I could have done more or save him from Fibrosarcoma But it was not possible with where it was. He was super smart though, very sweet and had his moments when he was boss-cat. King. A best friend with a deep connection. I feel like when he died I lost something of myself. Every day I think about him (and my other little guy) and the pain is more like a scab. He died when he was 8 from the cancer That he fought hard to beat. He would be 18 now if the cancer hadn’t taken him, so maybe he would have lived to this point. I’d like to think he would have. And would be one angry grandpa cat.