so did Cali Meg.. and so did Oliver. Painful but the best way. They knew they were loved & appreciated
My older male cat, Sassy1, died in my arms when I lived in California..My wails could have been heard in Texas..
It took years for me to get another..
Like you..I am just happier, more comfortable with a pet nearby. ...I think I am now more willing to accept the pain and not be embarrassed by it..
No one made me feel embarrassed..thank heavens..That was my own doing.. I was surrounded by pet lovers at my daughter’s house!
My daughter deemed I needed a new pet of my own when she tenderly cared for starving Silky and lured her into the house..but Silky truly became “mine” when they brought my car up to me and left Silky last Thanksgiving. Silky loved for me to groom her when I was at my daughter’s but did not sleep with me as she does now. She had so many kitties to sleep with there!
Oh, Dolly, how I Miss my Sweet Fang-Face, and Look Forward to Seeing him Again One Day!