So, my cat (aka my roommate, therapist, and 4am alarm clock) is dying. There’s no sugarcoating it—she’s old, she’s tired, and the vet says it’s just a matter of time. I keep thinking I’m ready, but then she curls up on my lap and purrs like she owns the place, and I lose it all over again. It’s weird how a tiny, furry creature can take up so much space in your life. I’m trying to focus on the good stuff: extra treats, sunbeam naps, and letting her knock over whatever she wants. But honestly? I’m terrified of the quiet that’s coming. Anyone else been through this? How do you handle the waiting, the guilt, the weird urge to buy every toy in the pet store? Tips, stories, or just a virtual hug would help. #PetLoss #SayingGoodbye #CatLife #Pets