-Today is a very bad day. I added the trigger warning because I need to get off my chest a couple of feelings and dont want to trigger any of mt followers or people who stumble onto ny page or this post-
All in all, I’m having a pretty unlucky and bad week and it’s only Tuesday for christ sake. Not only have I had government owned officially barking down my neck, but now I’ve found out that Freya has passed away.
Well. Not that simply. She was killed. Run over. Freya was my beautiful small grey cat who lived in my mums and we’d had her since she was a kitten. I’m so upset I can’t physically describe. I was really attached to and loved Freya. She wasn’t the worlds most social or friendly cat but she was my baby girl. I always managed to get a cuddle off her. What makes it worse is that when Freya was a kitten, we lost her for a good few months and we were sure we’d never see her again. However, she turned back up quite luckily and then I thought we’d be luckier still and she’d live to a good age, And to top it all off, this is how our first cat, Kiara died. And I mean, exactly the same way.
I’m really upset. I keep seeing cats everywhere and then I feel a little sick and my eyes keep watering and I keep randomly crying. She may have been a cat but she was a part of my family. I love animals a lot more than most people and after loosing my dog, Lady, earlier this year, loosing my fucking cat was just too much. Both me and my mum are feeling dreadful. I could hear how upset my mum was in her voice on the phone for fuck sake and this made me more upset too.
It doesnt feel real to be honest. I feel empty and just wanna see my cat again. Smooth her, cuddle her, just have her sit next to me.
I get too attached. I can’t help it though. I love you Freya. So much and I miss you so god damn much too.
There arent enough words to describe anything right now, so I’ll leave that here.