It was the same for me. In the worst depth of depression, even my love for my Mom and worries of how she would cope weren’t getting through to me. But my cat did. He needed me to care for him, and he was always there through the worst life had thrown at me, just quietly there, and I never felt truly alone because of him. I had him for 18 and a half years. Got him when I was 12. He saw me through years of severe bullying that pushed me to the brink, he saw me through the death of my Dad, through a horrible abusive relationship, a diagnosis of MS, a move across country, and always he was there. As a young teen, I would spill my soul to that cat, like a living journal that no one else could ever “read”. I told him all my secrets, all my pain, and sobbed until his wee head was soaked in tears so many times, and always he was there. Quietly offering his love, and his judgment lol. How could I disappoint this small being who seemed to believe in my ability to care for him, even when I couldn’t care for myself?
Losing him was almost as hard as losing my Dad. That cat was my soulmate. I thought I could never have another connection like that again. But 8 months later, I was picking up some pet food for my roommate when a small black paw reached out of a cage and grabbed my arm. He was the last left of a litter that had all been adopted except him. He had a weird and goofy personality, totally the opposite of my other cat with his wide old soul personality. And now here I am, living for another cat that’s stolen my heart as well.
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u/TeeTheT-Rex 1d ago
It was the same for me. In the worst depth of depression, even my love for my Mom and worries of how she would cope weren’t getting through to me. But my cat did. He needed me to care for him, and he was always there through the worst life had thrown at me, just quietly there, and I never felt truly alone because of him. I had him for 18 and a half years. Got him when I was 12. He saw me through years of severe bullying that pushed me to the brink, he saw me through the death of my Dad, through a horrible abusive relationship, a diagnosis of MS, a move across country, and always he was there. As a young teen, I would spill my soul to that cat, like a living journal that no one else could ever “read”. I told him all my secrets, all my pain, and sobbed until his wee head was soaked in tears so many times, and always he was there. Quietly offering his love, and his judgment lol. How could I disappoint this small being who seemed to believe in my ability to care for him, even when I couldn’t care for myself?
Losing him was almost as hard as losing my Dad. That cat was my soulmate. I thought I could never have another connection like that again. But 8 months later, I was picking up some pet food for my roommate when a small black paw reached out of a cage and grabbed my arm. He was the last left of a litter that had all been adopted except him. He had a weird and goofy personality, totally the opposite of my other cat with his wide old soul personality. And now here I am, living for another cat that’s stolen my heart as well.