that was beautifully written. There is no one who truly and accurately can understand what a cat is to a human. I'm currently living with dogs, and while Olivia explores the neighborhood and hides from the dogs, there is a cat-shaped hole on my lap, on my desk, in my life.
When I lost a rescue kitten the vet sent me to sit under the big oak tree to the side of the clinic. I just sat there and cried for 45 minutes while they put him to sleep, then I went and buried him in the only non-rental yard at my disposal -- my sister's mother in law's yard.
This is hard, and nothing makes it easy. You can't fix the empty place on the lap. You just can't.
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When I lost a rescue kitten the vet sent me to sit under the big oak tree to the side of the clinic. I just sat there and cried for 45 minutes while they put him to sleep, then I went and buried him in the only non-rental yard at my disposal -- my sister's mother in law's yard.
This is hard, and nothing makes it easy. You can't fix the empty place on the lap. You just can't.
*hugs and love sent towards the CA*