What is it like to lose your beloved cat?

It's sad and hard to accept. It happened that I learned about the death of the big cat during my internship at school. The big cat has been in my house for more than eight years, and I picked her up during the summer vacation of the sixth grade of elementary school and started raising her, and now I am a junior in college, and her death is in October, which is the few days when I was in middle school.

Eating with my classmates at noon, one second I was talking and laughing, and the next second I saw the WeChat sent by my mother, and my tears came down before my brain turned around. It's very devastating, but with my classmates, it's not good to cry at the dinner table, and I can't completely control it, I wipe my tears while laughing, and I didn't finish my tears after eating. In the afternoon, the children called the teacher one by one, and they couldn't cry in front of them, forced not to think about it, and followed the teachers and classmates to change their homework in the office and so on.

When I saw the male ticket at night, I wanted to be a little calmer and ask for comfort, but before the words came out, I kept shedding tears, and my boyfriend asked if he thought about the cat, and he was choked up and couldn't speak, hugging him and crying. The next few days were the same, one moment I was happy, the next moment I cried uncontrollably at the thought of it, and I couldn't help myself, and I couldn't tell the heartache and self-blame.

When I was a child, I raised an orange cat, from the first grade of primary school, raised to the sixth grade, now think about how many years old she came, and when I left her, I was actually about to enter old age, yes, I left her, when I was young, I grew up in the countryside, there were no various toys, so I often played with kittens and dogs, and the feelings were very deep, Heilongjiang was cold in winter, and the little guy always loved to get into my bed when he slept, loved the pillow, and tried to wake up next to the pillow with multiple heads, or woke up to find that I was no longer on the pillow, At that time, I didn't think about taking pictures or anything, there was no concept of parting in my head, I thought I could see it every day, what was there to shoot, and then I moved, and gave her away, for me at that time, I was more dazed than sad, and then I lived a life without a cat, and the impression in my mind faded a little bit, and sometimes I was afraid that I couldn't leave even a trace of existence, but in fact, I was afraid that it had already deeply affected myself, and I always loved to brush the pet's Weibo, and I saw the cat happily stroked, and my favorite pet is still a cat. I think it's parting, goodbye, or loss, but in fact, it's just a different way to exist in life.

Sad, sad, I can't see it again when I get home, but I always feel that it will appear in the next second. I often dreamed of it for many years. Some dreams are so real that they snuggle up in my arms, exactly like the real thing, I can feel its fur, its temperature, its weight, and hear its purring.

Sometimes it still talks to me. There are still a lot of sad dreams, or I know that it is about to die, or it has just died, and I can't do anything about it. After he died, I never saw a cat as beautiful and cute as him.

All cats, including those that are very popular on the internet, are overshadowed by it.

It has seen me grow from immaturity to maturity. And I have witnessed its whole life, from the milky cry to the arrogant wagging of the big thick tail, and finally the dying away from me. Somewhere in my heart seems to have been hollowed out, if there is an afterlife, I hope I am still the shovel officer who can make you feel proud and dependable.

I raised a fat orange in junior high school, and I was fine when I walked to school, but I died of illness when I came home. I cried until I was out of breath, I had a fever at night, the high fever did not go away, I was sick for a week, and I didn't go to class well. At that time, I thought that I would never have a cat again in my life, and then I would always think of him when I had a cat after a long time, and I would feel so guilty that I couldn't do it, and I was so sad.

I feel particularly uncomfortable, whether it is a cat or a dog, after raising it for a long time, I will have feelings. Suddenly the cat is gone, and it hurts.

It's like losing your loved ones, living together for more than ten years and suddenly gone, and your heart is empty.

When I lost the cat, my heart was empty, after all, just me and the cat, I just wanted to get it back.

It must be very sad and sad, and I will worry about whether it will be hungry or cold.

I felt very sad inside, and I felt like I had lost a friend of my own.

I am very sad, and I will not have a cat again in the future, because my heart has been hit hard.

I haven't recovered for days, and I don't know what other small pets can replace him.

It was the first time I bothered to raise a cat, and the first time I experienced the pain of losing a cat. In the past, when I visited some post bars and forums, I could often see notices about finding cats and dogs, but I didn't expect that I would have this day, and I really felt the sadness and sadness of losing them. Now I see that the cat still loves it, but I am also afraid that it will not work, I am afraid that it will get sick and run away, although the life is only more than 10 years, but there will be too many things that cannot be done in these ten years.

I often dream of it, I dream that she sleeps on my neck and can't press it, I dream that she has a kitten and must be with me, I look at her children full of joy, and wake up empty and find that it is all a dream.

My cat ran out of the window and never came back, and after looking for it for a few days, it also fell off, and I cried several times and missed it very much. Therefore, I pay attention to the stray cats in the yard, and feed them when I see them, hoping that my cats will also have someone to feed them and serve them well.

When I was young, I grew up in the countryside and didn't have all kinds of toys, so I often played with kittens and dogs, and I had a very deep relationship Heilongjiang is cold in winter, and the little guy (....)Fat guy....When I sleep, I always like to get into my bed, love the pillow, try to wake up next to the pillow with multiple heads...Or wake up and find that I'm no longer on the pillow....At that time, I didn't think about taking pictures or anything, there was no concept of parting in my head, I thought I could see it every day, what was there to shoot Later, I moved and gave her away, for me at that time, I was more dazed than sad After that, I lived a life without a cat, and the impression in my mind faded a little bit, and sometimes I was afraid that I couldn't leave even a trace of existence But in fact, I'm afraid that it has already deeply affected myself, and I always love to brush the pet's Weibo, and I happily stroked when I saw the cat, and my favorite pet is still a cat I think it's parting, goodbye, or loss, but in fact, it's just a different way to exist in life.

It's a male cat that has been spayed and neutered, and I'm ready to let him age with me. However, the plan is always unexpected, that day it made an exception and did not go home all night, usually it always plays for a while, and will go home and sleep with me until dawn, although there is a kind of uneasiness, but still hopeful! On the second day, the third day, I have been looking for it in the community, looking for it in the surrounding area, and there is always a kind of hope, until the fourth day, under the reminder of the neighbor, is it caught and sold?

I remembered to go to a place near the train station to collect cats, groped to find a place to collect cats, and saw many, many cats, packed in bags, dragged on the ground, all of them showing a frightened look. Say good things to the cat collector, let me go in to find it, call its name "Jingjing" over and over again, but I didn't find it, I completely collapsed when I came out, I couldn't cry myself, and I wasn't afraid of other people's strange eyes, because I knew that I had completely lost Jingjing, an orange cat that I had raised for 5 years. When I came back, I couldn't forget those poor cats, and I went to buy one of those poor cats and kept them, although I couldn't save them all, but I could save one, and I felt ......a little betterI still can't forget my Jingjing!

The newly bought one is also an orange cat, not as beautiful as Jingjing, I named it Lala, I take good care of it, I hope I can keep it all the time, without any accidents.

One moment I was happy, but the next moment I cried uncontrollably when I thought about it, and I couldn't tell the heartache and self-blame. Later, after a long time, I won't cry when I think of leaving, but I still feel heartache, and I thought about raising a cat instead of it, but I can't fool myself, even if I raise another one, it's not it.

Feeling powerless and out of control in life, a denial of self-worth, loneliness and depression that is not understood and has nowhere to speak. It's family to me. Feel like you're incompetent. I can't even protect my cat, what else can I protect?

I can't bear the blow in my heart, and I don't believe it's true. Said that he would be locked up the next day, but he was crushed to death by the car after dark, and 8 cats, flower cats and lion cats were the most distressed.

Depressed, I can't be happy anymore, there is a big hole in my heart, and the wind is whining from here.