March 8th /

I lost my cat today. My best friend. The cat that’s been with me for my whole life. He’s gone. He helped me stay alive until now, now I’m just empty. Without this cat in my life I would’ve been dead I know it, he’s seen me at my worst (multiple times). But he’s helped me grow up in his own ways… I feel guilty for not always being there for him but I know he knows how much I love him. He’s a part of my soul forever.

My depression is through the roof but as I said in a previous comment on this subreddit I might stay for my parents because they’ve invested a lot in and for me. And I don’t want them to feel this grief… I also want to keep my head high and honour him for all the joy he’s brought me.

Yet …. I’m alone now …. My cat is gone and I feel broken, my head hurts from crying so much, it literally won’t stop.