It’s been a good few months health wise but a very very tough few months emotionally.
On April 26th, in the middle of a rainstorm that came out of nowhere, my sweet sweet Molly cat crossed the rainbow bridge. I’m not religious but rain has always been comforting to me and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that it came out of nowhere to help me help her cross over.
She was almost 17 and had battled end stage renal disease like the magnificent beast she always had been. I honestly believe she knew what was happening and I also believe she hung on as long as she could because while she was ready, she knew I wasn’t. The sweetest baby until the end.
I’m ok. I was really worried that I would completely lose my mind. She wasn’t just a cat to me- she was my rock, my emotional support, my truest friend, and she knew everything I went through. It’s been rough but it comes and goes. I’m so incredibly sad that she’s gone but I’m even more thankful/grateful/blessed that she happened.
I had her cremated and I take a lot of comfort in the fact that I think she’s watching over me, smirking that ‘see! I am allowed on the dresser.’
No plans to get another at this time. The only cat I want is her right now and I feel it would be unfair to a new pet to bring them in and not be excited about them.
For now, I’m just trying to surround myself in peace and quiet. Lots of time to myself. Reading, yoga, meditating, walks. My house is really clean right now y’all.
Just trying to give myself space to figure things out.