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I’m sad as anything, but kinda that weird numb sad. I don’t really know actually. Not a nice feeling anyway.
He was actually my sister’s first cat who she loved dearly, but she’s been living back with us for the past almost 2 years now and he’s become part of the whole family. It’s a lot harder on her than any of us and I guess part of my sadness is seeing her just absolutely gutted and guilty over it.
I get seriously emotionally attached to any animal I spend enough time around, and I find it very hard to get over these sorts of things; partly because they’re so dependent on you, and kind of ‘helpless’ I guess. With Scratch in particular, he was adopted from an abusive ex owner so he had a lot of trust and behavioural issues which of course never went away. So even just basic things like being a loving carer, feeding him and showing affection felt really special because he’d been through a lot.
Not really sure why I’m writing this anymore, so I’ll stop. Just had to get it off me chest a bit.