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My cat was hit by a car and passed away a few days ago.
he was a street cat at first, a rescue basically. It took me over a week to get him to even feel comfortable with being close to me, after that he was in my front yard every single day.
he was the sweetest, kindest, most loving cat I had ever interacted with, I adore/adored him.
He would raise his upper body to meet my hand, If I meow’d he would meow back, If he meow’d I would meow and it would continue, He would look up into my eyes and I could feel the love we both shared for one another after several weeks.
I started letting him inside as he would basically try to race me into my own home, I would let him stay in my bathroom where he eventually would learn to run into when it came time to eat and sleep at night time, Though he absolutely hated staying in there,He would meow constantly and I would end up letting him out, some nights he didn’t mind though.
He genuinely didn’t like to be inside very much from what I had seen or maybe he just didn’t like my bathroom, But on the day it had happened I had thought to bring him inside, My room was free for once as my dog (blind and diabetic) was at the vet, I thought to bring him in my room even but decided he’ll be okay outside and I wanted to nap and wasn’t sure how he’d take being in my room, It cost him his life.
If I had just taken him into my room or even the bathroom like I had thought to do, he would still be here, He was the most special cat, He is the most special cat to me and it’s now my fault he isn’t here, I miss him so much I wasn’t able to eat the first 3 days, I still cry regularly and am unable to get proper sleep.
he was a street cat at first, a rescue basically. It took me over a week to get him to even feel comfortable with being close to me, after that he was in my front yard every single day.
he was the sweetest, kindest, most loving cat I had ever interacted with, I adore/adored him.
He would raise his upper body to meet my hand, If I meow’d he would meow back, If he meow’d I would meow and it would continue, He would look up into my eyes and I could feel the love we both shared for one another after several weeks.
I started letting him inside as he would basically try to race me into my own home, I would let him stay in my bathroom where he eventually would learn to run into when it came time to eat and sleep at night time, Though he absolutely hated staying in there,He would meow constantly and I would end up letting him out, some nights he didn’t mind though.
He genuinely didn’t like to be inside very much from what I had seen or maybe he just didn’t like my bathroom, But on the day it had happened I had thought to bring him inside, My room was free for once as my dog (blind and diabetic) was at the vet, I thought to bring him in my room even but decided he’ll be okay outside and I wanted to nap and wasn’t sure how he’d take being in my room, It cost him his life.
If I had just taken him into my room or even the bathroom like I had thought to do, he would still be here, He was the most special cat, He is the most special cat to me and it’s now my fault he isn’t here, I miss him so much I wasn’t able to eat the first 3 days, I still cry regularly and am unable to get proper sleep.