The Worst Feelings Ever, According to People’s Experiences

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Beyond Nine Lives

I had this cat for years. He was a chubby sweet boy who had a distinct meow. I had him for over half my life. I had to put him down this year because cancer was killing him. I still hear his meow at random times, and I’ll think to go look for him for a split second before I remember he’s gone. Maybe it’s nothing compared to losing a soulmate or something, but that cat helped me through my own battle with cancer, and I’d been with him so long that it felt like I’d lost an arm. There’s this piece of me missing. It’s getting better, so I don’t do this much anymore, but I miss the little fatty. He lived a good long life, though. 16 years is a good run for most cats.