[Upsetting news + Vent]
I had two cats, both old but sweet guys. They were both brothers and we’ve had them since I was a toddler, but just recently we’ve lost one of them.
Flyme was our handsome orange and white cat who had been put outside when I was very young. He never ran away, he always stayed around the property and sometimes would explore our neighbors property too. He was a very skittish but friendly cat and he was always so happy to see me. I visited him frequently, but not enough.
Eariler today I was told about his passing.
We don’t know how it happened, but what I’m grateful for was that he seemed to have passed peacefully.
I wish I could’ve pet him more and seen him one last time before it happened. I feel horrible for the fact that I never went looking for him after I got home for vacation. I never would’ve assumed that this would happen so suddenly.
This is the second time I’ve lost a pet while feeling like this, but it feels worse to me considering I was a lot closer to Flyme.
I’m grateful that this isn’t tearing me apart as much as I expected, but it makes me feel horrible that I don’t seem to care enough about this.
Irl, I just don’t ever show my emotions as much as other people, and I’m a lot better at moving on and accepting the passing of family members than other people, but it makes me wonder if I’m heartless.
I’m already moving on and by tomorrow things will feel back to normal, but that’s what hurts. The fact that this doesn’t feel as important to me.
I love you Flyme, you’ll always be in my heart and I’ll never forget you.
