In 5 days it will be a month since he passed and it still feels like yesterday he was here. I still wake up in the morning looking for him or when I get food out of the fridge expecting him to come looking for butter. I miss my cat to hell and most days I'm good at keeping myself occupied and distracted but today it just didn't work and I longed for him.
Here a picture of him for you hexbear I don't think I ever shared. I love you Wolfie.
My childhood Chihuahua is 14 years old, family adopted him as puppy when I was in middle school. Cats and dogs don't live nearly as long as humans for some fucked up reason, I cry every single time I think about it. I know these next few years together will be our last, so I make an effort to treasure and appreciate every moment with him, but seeing his fur go gray and his body slowing down weighs hard on my soul no matter how much I try not to think about it.
Yeah try and treasure as much as you can. I did the same with Wolfie in his last years, after my mom passed him and I got really close.