How did they come in to your life, what was your connection like, what made them different from other cats? Are they still with you, if not how do you cope with the loss? Photos appreciated too obvs.
How did they come in to your life, what was your connection like, what made them different from other cats? Are they still with you, if not how do you cope with the loss? Photos appreciated too obvs.
His name was Doogle. He was a stray kitten One day he and his brother showed up at the first place I ever lived in as an adult with my roommate. He was a gray stripped cat. I’m a dog person, and he was the only cat I’ve ever truly loved. One day he was gone. I lived in a shitty trailer in a shitty part of town so maybe he broke out and left. Maybe he made it outside and didn’t make it. But that year and a half he was in my life was great. I still miss him sitting in my shoulder from the back of the couch while I played video games.