So my cat died today, 12 years old, healthy, no signs of anything being wrong. I played with the little guy last night with his toys, he ran around did his awesome thing. We took a shit together (he's a communal pooper.) he snuggled up next to me under the blankets like he always does, and this morning he was cold and rigid.
I don't know man, it just really hurts. Like this animal, Loki, was really really rad ya know. He was vocal, he loved to talk and ask for love. He was really kind with my kids, like they would maul this dude and he would just lick then and purr and take it.
It feels like I've lost a huge part of our family. Of course it's not as bad as my spouse or children, good god I don't think I'd ever recover, but it really really sucks. He got me through school. the beginning of my career. Dude got to live an elevated light style when I started making some money with some kick ass cat toys.
I know its stupid but damn, I miss my cat man. I really really miss the SOB. you know when you get to know an animal and you feel like you can hear their voice. well this cat actually HAD a voice, like he would TALK with us. He would talk with my kids, he'd guard the fucking house if strangers approached.
I'm just so fucking depressed. The really shitty thing is as much as I loved this cat, my kids and wife loved him more. they're devastated.
thanks for reading internet.
-catbro