I lost my best bud the other day, on the 9th anniversary of my dads passing.
My cat was the best boy I could ever ask for, I got him when I was in my early 20s and am now in my mid 30s. I learned so much about love and responsibility from him, he expanded and shaped my heart and soul. To me he wasn’t just a cat or a pet but my soul brother.
Honestly, losing a parent his hard, devastating, but long my boy was harder.
The house feels so empty now that he’s gone. I feel so lost, it feels like a part of myself is gone.
I just need something to make sense of it all
I will say I read the year of magical thinking like 11 years ago, but haven’t read it since.
by Gnarwhal8982
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H is for Hawk, by Helen Macdonald
I’m so sorry for your loss. There’s a book called Everything is Temporary: Illustrated Contemplations on How Death Shapes Our Lives by Iris Gottlieb which might offer some comfort/perspective.
Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune