Grieving your pet

My darling Moggie Boy

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Moggie Boy's indiosyncratic one foot in the water to check it was wet!

It's eight months since I lost my darling Moggie Boy, to old age. yet still I feel one big cat gap in my life.

Signs that I am still grieving happen when least expected:
For instance, whilst taking Whippet Boy to the vets, resident cat Sassy, a gorgeous smoogy black girl, always gives me an extended cuddle. This continues to bring tears to my eyes, as just that simple sensation of holding and interacting with a cat is one that I continue to miss.

Whilst visiting Petstock I avoid the cat aisles, lest I well up with tears.

I still feel Moggie Boy's presence around the house and think of him often. His love will remain with me for the rest of my life!

I am preparing to open my heart and home to a new cat before too long. There is no other way to fill the gap that Moggie Boy left behind.

My new cat will no doubt be quite different to Moggie Boy. Every cat is a unique individual and we love them on that basis.

Soon I will scatter Moggie Boy's ashes in a very special place and cast my world open to a new feline family member.