Fool me twice
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Maybe someone is going through this. You're not alone. (And this isn't why I suffer from PTSD, to be clear.) My dear feline kept me sane through my personal hell. I always wondered how he was such a rock for me. He passed recently with advanced heart disease. I miss him more than I've ever missed anyone. Through all of it, my trauma as well as his ICU visits (3), he never skipped a beat (no pun intended). Maybe my hell became his hell with his disease. I'm feeling this loss very deeply, to the degree that I sense that people think I'm a bit nuts. They're nuts to not have the support and unconditional love of such a unique and sweet boy. He remained so even keel throughout everything.
He allowed me to feel, and to love. Like a little silent, yet very persistent co-pilot. I am very sad. And very blessed at the same time.
He allowed me to feel, and to love. Like a little silent, yet very persistent co-pilot. I am very sad. And very blessed at the same time.