My boy has been gone almost a week. I’m missing him so much. I just feel miserable and lost. It’s so hard because when you lose a pet, people expect you just to pick yourself up and carry on. It’s only other animal lovers who get it.
I’m basically stumbling through my working days in a trance at the moment and it’s taking all my energy to avoid constant tears.
Jakes ashes will come back to me on Saturday. I know it’ll be heartbreaking but at the same time, I just want him home with me.
Jake loved being outdoors but he was the most cautious cat I’ve ever encountered. He had the same safe, sheltered route through neighbours gardens for 14 years and had his own little playground in an overgrown garden at the end of our street. He never went anywhere else and on sunny days when he didn’t come home for hours, we always knew we’d find him rolling about in the long grass there, or sleeping in a patch of sun. My OH has agreed to sneak in and scatter some of his ashes there.
Other than my lap, it was his favourite place in the world, so it seems like the right thing to do for him
