Hi guys,
I have had this feral cat live in my backyard for about half a year, since she was a furry kitten, Celsa was brave and explored our house when I let her in. Everyday since the beginning of this year she's been spending most time inside with me, but at night i let her out. I always want to let them stay the night in our house but my parents never let me b/c they would make noise. Yesterday I left for work and came back home for lunch and I do my routine call for my cats, and she would always come every day, but this day she didn't. As always I would worry, but I had to go back to work. When I pulled up to my street I saw her laying down with her head up looking around by the ditch. I rushed to check her and she was meowing but not crying in distress but I knew she has been ran over. During the night I tried help moving her to my backyard but she'd aggressive towards me, and eventually we were able to move her and had her spend the night in this makeshift cat house in our backyard porch. We tried feeding her, and she'd eat, but this morning, my mom went to check on her, she wouldn't eat, and then my mom told me that she couldn't find her anymore. Starting from last night, I was really stressed. I got really nauseous and my arms felt heavy, because this was sudden and I never thought I'd find her suffering like this. I knew that if I went back to see her, it would worsen my pain, so I was already anticipating her death; I was just ready for the worst
I don't know if she'll come back, and im too scared to go out to look for her. I read somewhere that cat's know when they're about to die, so they find a place to finally rest. I hope to see her again in this life so I can bury her and I hope to see her in the next life
I know that we are in tough times, suffering and ignorance is everywhere, and my parents have been upset at me for being so heartbroken by a cat for the second time this year (I lost another beloved cat of mine the first day of 2020; he never came back). They tell me that I must not become too attached to the cats anymore otherwise it's just going to more and more suffering. I believe now that they're right, I have to train myself to let go of everything I fear to lose.
Nonetheless, this is hard. I love d her so much
Sorry for the long paragraph, I just had to get this off my chest, my parents are understanding to a point, but I'd really truly appreciate positive feedback. And for everyone else that lost a pet today, I'm with you in spirit
Thanks,
Uriel M
I have had this feral cat live in my backyard for about half a year, since she was a furry kitten, Celsa was brave and explored our house when I let her in. Everyday since the beginning of this year she's been spending most time inside with me, but at night i let her out. I always want to let them stay the night in our house but my parents never let me b/c they would make noise. Yesterday I left for work and came back home for lunch and I do my routine call for my cats, and she would always come every day, but this day she didn't. As always I would worry, but I had to go back to work. When I pulled up to my street I saw her laying down with her head up looking around by the ditch. I rushed to check her and she was meowing but not crying in distress but I knew she has been ran over. During the night I tried help moving her to my backyard but she'd aggressive towards me, and eventually we were able to move her and had her spend the night in this makeshift cat house in our backyard porch. We tried feeding her, and she'd eat, but this morning, my mom went to check on her, she wouldn't eat, and then my mom told me that she couldn't find her anymore. Starting from last night, I was really stressed. I got really nauseous and my arms felt heavy, because this was sudden and I never thought I'd find her suffering like this. I knew that if I went back to see her, it would worsen my pain, so I was already anticipating her death; I was just ready for the worst
I don't know if she'll come back, and im too scared to go out to look for her. I read somewhere that cat's know when they're about to die, so they find a place to finally rest. I hope to see her again in this life so I can bury her and I hope to see her in the next life
I know that we are in tough times, suffering and ignorance is everywhere, and my parents have been upset at me for being so heartbroken by a cat for the second time this year (I lost another beloved cat of mine the first day of 2020; he never came back). They tell me that I must not become too attached to the cats anymore otherwise it's just going to more and more suffering. I believe now that they're right, I have to train myself to let go of everything I fear to lose.
Nonetheless, this is hard. I love d her so much
Sorry for the long paragraph, I just had to get this off my chest, my parents are understanding to a point, but I'd really truly appreciate positive feedback. And for everyone else that lost a pet today, I'm with you in spirit
Thanks,
Uriel M