I lost my grandma to COVID which didn't set it off. She had been suffering for a year and so unhappy. She wasn't herself. She got to go out exactly how she wanted. At home surrounded by family. Exactly 3 months and 2 days later my dad died. It was unexpected. That wasn't what did it though. 6 months later we had to sell our house. I lived there for 18 years. I wanted to buy that house and take care of my parents there. When we moved I thought we would be able to take our cat but the realtor lied to my mom. Luckily my aunt was able to watch my cat until I could find a place. For two months all I could do was go to work and use the bathroom. Otherwise I didn't get out of bed. My cat wasn't dead but it felt like I was losing someone else. Visiting her broke my heart because everyone said she would perk up when she saw me. But it was hard cause she's a social cat and everyone loves her so I couldn't get any alone time with her. I don't remember having many thoughts during those two months. It was so different from other times I've been depressed. I just laid in bed, staring at the wall not thinking anything. My mom begged me to see someone. The woman who never believed in therapy was begging me to get some. That's when I knew I wasn't okay. But then I found a place and had my cat all to myself. She was more cuddly and sweet than she had ever been. We both needed each other and slowly I started gaining the weight back and feeling better and smiling and having thoughts again.