Hi, everyone. I lost my cat, Meph, Saturday February 16th. He was almost 16 years old, and we spent a lot of time together in his senior years. I believe it was the right time to let him go, but I still have a lot of guilt about his life and I just miss him so much I can't stop crying.
He greeted me almost every morning, sat with me while I watched TV almost every evening, and laid with me while I fell asleep almost every night. I would pet him a little here and there at all these times, but I was always busy. I had to go to work, or read the news or research something, or get to sleep. I knew he wanted more petting. He reached out his paw to me all the time. I would pet him for a moment, then go back to what I was doing. He loved long petting sessions, but I only managed to fit those in once every few months. He wasn't a good lap cat because he didn't like squishy surfaces much, and he would always extend his claws when he finally gave in and tried to sit on my lap. He was frail and I had to pet him carefully. It was a difficult situation.
I feel so bad looking back. Couldn't I have fit in more of what he wanted out of life? Was I really that busy? If I was, then why was he doomed to a life with me, instead of some sweet retired person who had more time?
I don't have a very strong belief in the afterlife, so, for me, it doesn't seem to help to apologize to someone who's gone.
I called a pet loss hotline, and the woman who spoke with me was very nice. She tried explaining that we created these creatures to be needy. It's just a part of their nature. It made me feel better for a little while, but I just keep thinking of how sweet he was. He never did things he thought would annoy me unless it was to paw me for more attention.
My husband says I pet him enough. He points out that they are our pets, here for us. It's our job to keep them fed, healthy, etc., but we should set the limits on how much petting works for us as the owners. They'll be happy enough, either way. It just keeps coming back to me thinking of how sweet he was and he just wanted more petting.
My Dad says I should get another cat quickly, but I'm not sure I can ever get another cat. We have my husband's cat in our home, and when I pet her I feel guilty that I couldn't give that to my cat. She's a lap cat and it's easy to give her a few minutes while I read something online that I'm researching. I just wish I could have given that to Meph.
Part of me thinks that he must have been happy if he kept coming back to me every day. I guess that's what I was thinking while he was alive. I just know he could have been happier.
I hate to think of him as some tool to teach me a lesson about making time for our loved ones. He was too sweet to just be some lesson. He deserved so much better.
Plus, I just miss him at every turn. I can't even sit in a chair without missing having him by my side. When I wake up in the middle of the night I immediately remember he's gone and I start crying again and can't sleep anymore. I have a very long road ahead of me. I will be losing several close family members over the next few years. I am a caretaker for my disabled husband, and I help out with my disabled parents and disabled brother. It's so difficult without my Meph being there for me (and why didn't I reward him more for that?!) I just don't know what to do. Maybe there are no answers, but thank you for hearing my story.
He greeted me almost every morning, sat with me while I watched TV almost every evening, and laid with me while I fell asleep almost every night. I would pet him a little here and there at all these times, but I was always busy. I had to go to work, or read the news or research something, or get to sleep. I knew he wanted more petting. He reached out his paw to me all the time. I would pet him for a moment, then go back to what I was doing. He loved long petting sessions, but I only managed to fit those in once every few months. He wasn't a good lap cat because he didn't like squishy surfaces much, and he would always extend his claws when he finally gave in and tried to sit on my lap. He was frail and I had to pet him carefully. It was a difficult situation.
I feel so bad looking back. Couldn't I have fit in more of what he wanted out of life? Was I really that busy? If I was, then why was he doomed to a life with me, instead of some sweet retired person who had more time?
I don't have a very strong belief in the afterlife, so, for me, it doesn't seem to help to apologize to someone who's gone.
I called a pet loss hotline, and the woman who spoke with me was very nice. She tried explaining that we created these creatures to be needy. It's just a part of their nature. It made me feel better for a little while, but I just keep thinking of how sweet he was. He never did things he thought would annoy me unless it was to paw me for more attention.
My husband says I pet him enough. He points out that they are our pets, here for us. It's our job to keep them fed, healthy, etc., but we should set the limits on how much petting works for us as the owners. They'll be happy enough, either way. It just keeps coming back to me thinking of how sweet he was and he just wanted more petting.
My Dad says I should get another cat quickly, but I'm not sure I can ever get another cat. We have my husband's cat in our home, and when I pet her I feel guilty that I couldn't give that to my cat. She's a lap cat and it's easy to give her a few minutes while I read something online that I'm researching. I just wish I could have given that to Meph.
Part of me thinks that he must have been happy if he kept coming back to me every day. I guess that's what I was thinking while he was alive. I just know he could have been happier.
I hate to think of him as some tool to teach me a lesson about making time for our loved ones. He was too sweet to just be some lesson. He deserved so much better.
Plus, I just miss him at every turn. I can't even sit in a chair without missing having him by my side. When I wake up in the middle of the night I immediately remember he's gone and I start crying again and can't sleep anymore. I have a very long road ahead of me. I will be losing several close family members over the next few years. I am a caretaker for my disabled husband, and I help out with my disabled parents and disabled brother. It's so difficult without my Meph being there for me (and why didn't I reward him more for that?!) I just don't know what to do. Maybe there are no answers, but thank you for hearing my story.
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