Just over a week ago, my bf and I had to put our lovely black house panther, Leto to sleep. It has not been an easy journy since. There are just times and spaces in the day where I just get so despondant and apathetic and lose all drive. I just want to wrap my arms around my big fuzzy kitty and just snuggle and I can’t. And then the guilt sets in because I have two other cats who I love and adore and who need me. And two dogs who need me and love me and I love too. And of course my pony who needs me and my time and I also love so incredibly much.
But none of them are my kitty who is gone. And its not the same. And nothing will bring him back.
so yeah. grieving sucks.