The Heartbreak of Losing My Beloved Cat: A Silent Goodbye

1 juillet 2024

I want to know how others get through times like this. My dearest treasure passed away suddenly. On the afternoon of the 11th, multiple surveillance cameras showed that she was still looking normal. But by the time I got home on the morning of the 12th, she had already left me forever.

Seeing her lying on the floor unresponsive, my mind went blank. In the end, I could only sit helplessly on the floor, calling friends for help.

A friend helped me put her in the cat carrier and took her to the hospital, and I cried the whole way.

When the doctor said she had been gone for a long time, a wave of grief choked me. After taking an X-ray, the doctor suspected it was a sudden heart attack. My whole body was trembling; everything felt unreal.

She would have been four years old next month!

She was my little princess, so adorable, so smart, so beautiful.

I regret not being home, I regret not taking her for a check-up.

I really, really loved her, even more than I loved myself.

She was my first cat, and I hadn’t even graduated when I got her.

From the first day I brought her home, she would fearlessly explore, and sleep on my bed with me.

She would open drawers by herself, crawl into cabinets, and curl up to sleep.

Back then, the stress of my studies and the passing of my father plunged me into depression.

She was my treasure, accompanying me through countless dark nights, healing my depression.

She would snuggle up against my arm, my leg, and fall asleep with a heart full of contentment.

She loved to get up in the middle of the night and curl up close to my breathing.

She stayed by my side through heartbreak, moving homes, and changing jobs.

I never imagined she would leave me.

I had planned to let her into my life forever.

Why did fate have to be so cruel to me, taking away my beloved without a sound?

Looking at the places she used to frequent in our home, tears just kept flowing.

My mind is full of her image; it feels like everything is a dream.

She loved freedom so much, and now she’s confined to a tiny urn of ashes .

I wish it was just a dream, and that when I wake up, my treasure would still be curled up by my feet.

She must have been in so much pain when she left, but she didn’t want me to see, so she chose to go when I wasn’t home.

I kept her usual blanket, because it still carries her scent.

I'm so afraid her scent will fade, her traces will disappear.

Every day, intense thoughts pierce my heart like needles, the pain of longing for her is unbearable.

I want, so desperately want, to see her one more time, to hold her, to smell her scent.

My friend gave me a small cat statue, and although it looks a lot like our cat, it doesn’t come close to being even one-tenth as cute.

I placed the little statue on my bedside table, and every day when I look at it, scenes of my cat rolling around playfully on the bed pop into my mind.

On its fourth birthday, I burned a lot of heaven money for it, hoping that in heaven, it can feel my regret and love, and have plenty to eat and drink, living a happy and content life.

I will continue to burn paper money for you regularly so that in the afterlife, you won’t have to worry about being hungry or cold, and no one will bully you.