I found my beautiful Siamese dead yesterday under one of our caravans.

My Siamese M(6) was a young and healthy cat, until out of nowhere, he just dropped dead in his sleep (we think) under one of our caravans.

I’m not coping well at all. I knew I didn’t have it in me to get any school work done yesterday. I couldn’t think straight, focus or anything. But I still can’t and I need to get it done. I’m in my senior year and there’s so much work I need to get done but I can’t. I keep crying. I miss him. He should be in bed with me. Not in the ground.

I’m an academic student and I love school work, but I can’t do it right now. I miss my baby boy too much. I can’t believe he’s gone. I’m gonna try and write an email to all my teachers because I don’t know when I’m gonna get back on track. That cat meant so much to me. My mum specifically got him because of my anxiety, and he watched me go through so much and the moment I start getting better he dies. I miss him so much and I don’t know why he to get taken from me. He got his life taken. He didn’t deserve it. He deserved to die old, in my arms, living in our own apartment. Not this.