I really had no intention of getting another cat anytime soon because losing Walter has been so hard and it felt wrong to get another so soon, but Oliver is still here. And he’s been so lethargic and bored since he doesn’t have his buddy. He’s always had a kitty pal for company, he doesn’t know any different. So Ollie’s gonna have a sister soon. And she’s a sweet little purr monster.
Last Tuesday night, I had to say goodbye to my little furry family member Walter. It has been a personally tragic and heartbreaking event that has been difficult to cope with in the past week. Through all of the sadness though, my hope in the kindness of humans has been restored. I received a number of phone calls, texts, messages, etc. filled with caring words about my loss and it helped make everything a wee tiny bit less terrible. I forgot that people can be genuinely compassionate at the times when it is most needed, even if it is not something I see regularly.
In exactly a week, it’s going to be my birthday. It’s basically just any other day, but it’s imminent arrival just reminds me that my best buddy isn’t going to have another birthday. And he won’t be with me on mine. To some people, Walter was just a cat, but he was my heart. He IS my heart. Using the past tense when referring to him is so difficult. I miss him and his little quirks so much. He left a gap in my world.