How I Remember My Cat After She’s Gone
I never thought I’d be the person ugly-crying over a pet, but here we are. Last week marked a year since my cat, Luna, left me for that big sunbeam in the sky. She was basically my roommate for 12 years—judgy, dramatic, and somehow always in the way. I still find her fur on my sweaters and, yes, I keep it. (Don’t judge.)
Instead of just feeling sad, I started a little ritual: every time I miss her, I donate a can of food to the local shelter. It’s weirdly comforting, like her legacy is helping other cats get their own weird humans. If you’ve lost a pet, maybe try doing something in their honor. It won’t bring them back, but it helps fill the empty space a bit. Anyone else have weird ways of remembering their pets? Drop your stories below. 🐾
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