06/04/2026
it’s been almost a week since I lost my boy. still taking it hard. I’m crying a little less but it gets me at random parts of the day. I wasn’t ever supposed to be his forever home but I was and he was a happy and healthy boy but I still can’t help feeling so much guilt wishing I’d been able to do more for him. I’m definitely not lacking cats but I notice him gone in the oddest ways. food lasting a little longer because one less mouth, nobody lays in his spots they all sit empty now, nobody books it through the halls thinking I’m out to get them everytime I walk in their direction 😆but the one that gets me the worst is there isn’t my brave boy that’s came so far ready to hop up on the couch and on my lap to see me when I get home from work everyday. I’ve got plenty of babies that want my attention but he definitely bonded to me the last 6 months and forever left such a big impact on my life. I know his friends miss him too. I know it’s for the best but grief really sucks. I should get to bring him home very soon 🥲