Pet Death - Blog Posts
In honor of my recently passed cat, I'm finally publishing this fanfic I've been sitting on.
"Feeling the weight of a cat’s paws pressing into your shoulders in the middle of the night—not much beats that." - The Travelling Cat Chronicles.
I'll meet you out there some day, my sweet boy.
Sometimes you watch an hours worth of hopecore videos at midnight and you have to draw your old dog.
My sweet boy passed away in April of 2023 and I still miss him everyday but you know what? I don’t think I ever remember him not liking someone, so if you’re feeling down, remember that wherever the dogs go in the end, there’s a 14 year old vizsla who loves you, and he has bright eyes, soft ears, and wants to find a way to sit on your lap.
“Wherever you are, I hope there’s a desert, and a car for you to chase.” - a line from a poem by me.
I miss you. You were so beautiful.
On a more technical note, I rarely ever crosshatch and I’m definitely not confident in it, but I’m here to try new things.
My male budgie just died and now we have a single female, she’s seeming depressed and bored.. how can I help her?
Feeling pretty sad today, grief is a very hard thing to cope with.
I just remembered something, the first time I had sleep paralisis I didn't panic with the pressure on my chest because I thought it was Maia. Though I did panic a bit when I tried to move my arm to pet her and then it was all downhill. Back then I didn't even know what sleep paralisis was.
Anyway, she is my fluffy sleep paralisis demon. Sleep paralisis can't scare me anymore because from now on it's just Maia coming from the beyond to visit me and making me keep my hands to myself so I don't snuggle her into second death.
Though crying and not being able to wipe my face might be slightly annoying.
A, 28/06/2024
Tw: venting, pet loss, death, brief mention of contemplating self-unaliving
So, I don't even know where to start. I know this is FAR from my usual posts but honestly I have no idea what to do. It feels like my brain is still processing. On January 23rd, I lost the cat I've had every since I was a toddler. We've had her since she was just 3 days old. I remember waking up that morning and she seemed perfectly fine. She sat in my lap while I waited until it was time to leave for school. The whole school day felt perfect, in hindsight too perfect. Like the universe was giving me one last happy day. I remember I forgot to say goodbye to her like I always too before school. That night I had a bowling meet after school, so I didn't get home untiled 7:15 pm. I walked up the stairs, knowing she'd be mad at me for being gone so late without tell her. She always was. I opened the door and she was, laying on the floor, already dead. I couldn't even sleep in my own room that night and I felt terrified to go back in. Terrified that I'd still see her dead body there even though my mom had already moved her. I had always planned of taking her to college with me as an emotional support cat. She's the only reason I got through 4 years of depression, the only reason I never contemplated suicide during those horrible 4 years. She’s the reason I finally clawed my way out of that disgusting room. Now, 3 months later, and my mom thinks this is my childhood dogs last weekend. We've had him since before I was even born. I'm 16 now. He hasn't been eating and he barely gets out of bed anymore. Twice yesterday he got up and sat in the middle of the hall and just. Stared. At nothing. He can't even see anymore. He's so skinny and light and his fur isn't as soft as it was before. He nose is completely dry. He used to love liking me and my mom, you'd have to litteraly force him to stop. Now he barely does. I don't even know what to do. I don't think I can losing 2 pets I such a short period of time. I thought 2025 was going to be my year. Turns out it's far from it.
