Goodbye to my momo
My sweet boy passed this morning. He was a black cat, only 6 years old. It was so sudden, he’d been playing with his brother moments earlier. He’d woken me up with his world-ending meows telling me it was time to eat (1 hour early!). Everything was normal until it wasn’t. The vet said it was likely an undiagnosed heart condition. I am honestly shattered right now. I’m holding him as I type this and I have no idea how I’m supposed to move on. His brother, Appa (yes they were named from avatar the last airbender), is poking around us like he’s unsure what to do.
I don’t want to let my boy go. I went through the motions and called a crematorium. I have no place to bury him so this was my only option. How am I supposed to hand my sweet boy over for the last time? How am I supposed to cope with never seeing him again? Or getting harassed into letting him crawl under my blankets to sleep under my arm? Momo and Appa were a bonded pair, does that mean Appa is gonna go soon as well? I’m sick at the thought.
Anyways. Thank you for reading my ramblings. I just wanted to get this off my chest somewhere I knew I would be understood. None of us believe our pets are ever “just pets”. They are a part of our families and we love them so purely and unconditionally that their loss feels like a physical blow.
I love you Momo. You will always be a part of my heart.