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9 years ago
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Breakdown, my beloved cat, passed away yesterday.
If you follow me on tumblr than you know how important he was to me.
Breakdown was more than a cat to me, he was my heart and soul, my calm and perfect companion.
He was born August 8th, at about four in the morning after his mother was having complications with birthing him. Breakdown was breeched and stuck in the birth canal, after doing quick research I managed to free him.
His tiny little paws were purple and he wasn't breathing, I was crying and began to clean him off, then he squeaked his first breathe, in my hands he took his first little breathe and in that instant I knew he was mine and I was his.
He had a rough start to life, first his birth, than my husband dumping him a few blocks away (I went out for him and brought him home telling my husband that Breakdown was staying no matter what) and when he nearly died of hypothermia at a young age. (all of this happened in his first year)
He was my everything, my best friend, my baby, when I had a panic attack he came running to keep me company, when I cried he was there until I felt better. He was my purpose.
I don't know what happened, there was a huge thunderstorm that night and in the morning when I called him for breakfast he didn't come running and meowing like usual. I went out to look for him and found him unresponsive in my neighbors yard, lying on the ground, drenched.
I lost it, I lost everything. I had to go get him and bring him home, to the home where he was born, where I held him for the very first time.
He's buried now, wrapped in my favorite shirt. I'm devastated. Everything reminds me of him. I loved him more than I have ever loved, more purely and honestly than ever. He was going to be three this August.
I know no one cares but he didn't deserve what happened to him, please forgive me until this stops hurting so much. Thank you.
-- Tsu
If you follow me on tumblr than you know how important he was to me.
Breakdown was more than a cat to me, he was my heart and soul, my calm and perfect companion.
He was born August 8th, at about four in the morning after his mother was having complications with birthing him. Breakdown was breeched and stuck in the birth canal, after doing quick research I managed to free him.
His tiny little paws were purple and he wasn't breathing, I was crying and began to clean him off, then he squeaked his first breathe, in my hands he took his first little breathe and in that instant I knew he was mine and I was his.
He had a rough start to life, first his birth, than my husband dumping him a few blocks away (I went out for him and brought him home telling my husband that Breakdown was staying no matter what) and when he nearly died of hypothermia at a young age. (all of this happened in his first year)
He was my everything, my best friend, my baby, when I had a panic attack he came running to keep me company, when I cried he was there until I felt better. He was my purpose.
I don't know what happened, there was a huge thunderstorm that night and in the morning when I called him for breakfast he didn't come running and meowing like usual. I went out to look for him and found him unresponsive in my neighbors yard, lying on the ground, drenched.
I lost it, I lost everything. I had to go get him and bring him home, to the home where he was born, where I held him for the very first time.
He's buried now, wrapped in my favorite shirt. I'm devastated. Everything reminds me of him. I loved him more than I have ever loved, more purely and honestly than ever. He was going to be three this August.
I know no one cares but he didn't deserve what happened to him, please forgive me until this stops hurting so much. Thank you.
-- Tsu
Take some time out. Everything will remind you, but you'll adjust eventually. Don't obsess and start thinking "I can never get rid of this because [pet/s name/s] sat on it" or other such things, that's a bad path that leads to hoarding. Again, I should know, my mother does it. You're crying, buried him in your fave shirt, that's all you can do, for both you and him. Within a month, hopefully sooner, you'll be out of this depression. At least I hope so, I'm just going off what I know.
Hopefully what I know does apply. Least then you know there's an end to this current pain.