Booboo
Booboo is in every sense of the word, my soulmate in feline form. I’ve had him since I was 11, and he is the sweetest and most loving cat who is utterly attached to me. He was there through suicide attempts, nights spent crying, my wedding worries, my married bliss, everything. And now he’s dying. He turned yellow and has pancreatic cancer. We have to put him down tonight. I feel nothing but pain and sorrow and I also feel guilt, guilt for all the times he tried to come lay on me and I pushed him down because I was too hot or too busy, guilt for not letting him in the bedroom with me when he wanted to come cuddle but I was too busy playing video games, cleaning, or something else. I feel grief immensely and so much guilt. I don’t know why my prayers weren’t answered and he has to go now. He’s only 11 or 12.