Not to me... but to my cats ...
This hit me hard, I couldn't talk about it for days.
Saturday night my oldest cat, Tom, didn't eat anymore. He slept the day away.
I've lost 12 cats the last 2 years and I felt at once "he wants to go".
Yesterday afternoon - he was sleeping on my bed - he cried for me, I know this sound too well *sigh* - I took him in my arms the last time and he died, too.
I know - that's life, it belongs to life. But sometimes it's hard to bear.
Friends in real life don't understand it - don't be sad, it's ONLY a cat. That's true, but they have been MY cats - they are like family members for me. OK, no discussion with friends or family in real life.
My others cats - there are only 6 left - are very careful and simply wonderful. They don't leave me alone for a single minute ...
I didn't know if I should post this ...
I'm glad to know you all, you are listening and that's an encouraging thought.
Thank you, my friends.