I needed a good cat story this week. Monday I lost mine to cancer. It’s still tough to come home and she’s not there rubbing my leg. She used to come lay beside me as I posted on FR. It’s tough.
Sorry. When I lose one it’s always tough, but it’s odd how another one seems to find me within a month or two, one way or another.
One I have now literally came out of the desert within a couple weeks of me losing my 23 year old female a couple years ago. He was eating well out there, a chunky dude. He insists on going out but I only allow it during daylight and keep a GPS tracker on him. Mostly he hangs out in the backyard and keeps it free of packrats.
If there’s a space in your heart for another, maybe it will find you.
I am so sorry for you. I know that it is hard. Best wishes.