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- Jun 23, 2015
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It's 2 days now without my little black cat, and I have to admit it's kicking me in the guts. It's literally like I lost my own kid, my little companion. What makes it worse is that im stil some-what in denial, like im stil expecting too see him run, from across the field, and squeak about his day. I feel like I can't tell anyone how im feeling because.. I know they won't understand, and that they will just say "it's just a cat".. he wasn't just a cat to me tho, as sad as it is to say.. He was my friend.. I suffer from depression, and anxiety, When this sweet little black ball of furr came into my life, I felt like I had a friend.. He made me get up and play with him, he gave cuddles, purrs and headbonks when I needed it.. Not my family, or my "friends", and since he been gone.. I feel can the anxiety coming back, and the depression is getting worse.
I miss you Mr,
my little black cat. [emoji]10084[/emoji]️
I miss you Mr,
my little black cat. [emoji]10084[/emoji]️