u/E-lf

I lost my soul cat, everything is empty now and one of the things I can say I truly loved and felt loved by is now gone. I don't know how to cope with this at all, I had to go to my aunt's house after we had him put to sleep. But I can't stay here forever, my room is full of his stuff and I just don't know how I'm going to go in there without the constant pain. I'm so used to him being there meowing at me greeting me crying for me when I go make food eating and drinking his food on the mat in my room and laying on my bed to cuddle or just relax.

Me again sorry, this is my first night without my cat and I had to stay at an aunt's house because my entire bedroom was basically turned into his bedroom too. His food and water bowl there, many cat beds, toys. My curtains lifting up so he can sunbathe. He was always at my side when we slept and it's so hard thinking I'm going home without hearing him yell to see me and get excited when I come down to greet him. There's so many thoughts there's so much grief and it's hard to let myself grieve due to migraines, I'm trying to remember the good times but I keep just thinking about how I just wish he was back with me.

I'm the type of person who has a million thoughts, worries and I let my grief completely consume me. This cat was my everything I had him since I was little, just to come home and him be gone? How am I supposed to live like that? How am I supposed to move forward when the biggest reason I moved forward was for him? How am I supposed to be okay with going to my room and he's not going to beg me to feed him then hop on my bed and cuddle into me, how am I going to be okay seeing everything he had still down there? How will I see my room the same again even if I moved everything?

For anyone who had lost a soul cat, what helped ease the process for you? Doesn't need to be related to my little vent I just needed to write my thoughts out. I have chronic migraines so I'm trying to figure out how to cope with all this

About 30 minutes ago we had to say goodbye to my childhood cat, he was my soul cat and now he's gone. I don't know how to sleep in my room again since that's where he stayed the last year of his life once we started treatment. (Don't worry my room was in my big basement with a door so he'd often get to sunbathe). He used to lay right next to me as we slept but now nothing will be there. I suffer with horrible mental health and he was one of the things that made me happy and feel loved I always hung on just for him. Has anyone else felt similar to me? How did you cope? I've been collecting things that he last laid on or I last used on him like a brush some kibble he dropped all over the floor, my shirt pants and hair tie his blanket and bed. I put most of those in his Christmas stocking. But the house feels so empty now, he was a very vocal and demanding cat he loved to demand to see me and for me to feed him. It hurts not hearing his meows anymore

Sorry if this is sloppy or dumb