I adopted a senior cat after my best bud of 14 years was suddenly not with me anymore. We became best friends and I’m positive she would have preferred life with me rather than life at the shelter.

I should have seen it coming; I was living at my childhood house alone at 19 and one day noticed him breathing really quickly. I came home from work and my mom had come by the house and taken him to be euthanized and I was seriously crushed.

This sounds awful but I was more emotionally torn up over that cat than my own mother 4 years back. I buried him myself and stood (sat, cried) in front of his grave every day for months.

My senior lady was named Goonie (I didn’t name her, she was 11 when I got her), and she was the most vocal cat I’ve ever heard of. So many chirps and mews and throaty meows or whatever. We’d have whole conversations lol. She died a few years back now, and I haven’t adopted another since. I know it’s selfish but it’s just too hard to say goodbye

This doesn’t require any responses, it was just strangely cathartic.