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I only joined this site a few weeks ago as our beloved cat Ben broke his jaw and nose and I was looking for feeding advice. It was an RTA or an act of violence in the neighbourhood. He had surgery and pulled through, and we were helping nurse him every day with a feeding tube, baby wipes, lockable cat treats and grooming him lovingly. Then a spiral of infections happened and his little body couldn't cope anymore. It was such a shock. Just three weeks ago he was here, by my side as always, pestering for food or sitting on my laptop. How can he now be gone? We'd saved him from cancer 18 months ago and we were loving every day with him, so glad he was in remission. I guess his immune system made him run out of luck.
Anyway. The pain is unbearable. We have known Ben for ten years, rescued from a shelter. We fell in love within the first hour of meeting him. Our whole life has revolved around him - nicknames, knowing his every habit, hearing his different meows. We hardly ever went away for long periods so we could come home to him. He followed me around the house. He head butted me all the time. He howled and licked me if ever I was crying. He was peculiar and intelligent and pretty - strangers would stop in the street and marvel at how handsome he was. My favourite thing was seeing him wait for us on the garden wall and trot towards us when he heard our footsteps (how do they know?!)
We didn't have children because our life revolved around Ben. We were earth and he was our sun - our son, almost. I'm struggling to convey the weight of this to the people in my life. A few texts saying 'sorry' don't cut it. I feel bad about saying that. But if you're not an animal person, you don't truly get it. I don't want people to think I'm crazy because 'he's just a cat'. He was my everything. I am ripped into pieces.
Anyway. The pain is unbearable. We have known Ben for ten years, rescued from a shelter. We fell in love within the first hour of meeting him. Our whole life has revolved around him - nicknames, knowing his every habit, hearing his different meows. We hardly ever went away for long periods so we could come home to him. He followed me around the house. He head butted me all the time. He howled and licked me if ever I was crying. He was peculiar and intelligent and pretty - strangers would stop in the street and marvel at how handsome he was. My favourite thing was seeing him wait for us on the garden wall and trot towards us when he heard our footsteps (how do they know?!)
We didn't have children because our life revolved around Ben. We were earth and he was our sun - our son, almost. I'm struggling to convey the weight of this to the people in my life. A few texts saying 'sorry' don't cut it. I feel bad about saying that. But if you're not an animal person, you don't truly get it. I don't want people to think I'm crazy because 'he's just a cat'. He was my everything. I am ripped into pieces.