Idk if this is a good post here, but I am curious about it.
Just a lot of content before I get to the real point;
I lost a pet cat a little over 4 months ago, and my grieving period has been extremely odd, and I know that.
The day I lost her, I felt miserable every day after. We had these two girl cats for years, the one who passed is Eleanor, while our other cat is Luna. Having Luna alone for days felt so weird and wrong and she seemed shaken up, and I felt so bad for the rest of my family, especially for my younger sibling as they were the owner of Eleanor and Luna.
Days after Eleanor's sudden passing, I was looking at feline shelters because I missed having multiple cats, but I also thought that volunteering would help me a lot. It would get me out of the house and let me take care of more cats. I found this one shelter that I really liked, and I looked at their website frequently.
Roughly 2 weeks later, I saw a picture of this cat, a goofy looking kitten, and I asked our parents to let me meet him. My younger sibling came with me and our mom to meet this kitten after a lot of talking over those 2 weeks, and when we got to the shelter, we met him. He was incredibly sweet and it was just an immediate thing, he was all over me and I knew I had to take him home.
(My sibling met another kitten and we got her too)
I told one singular person about Eleanor passing, and then no one else for at least 3 months because I hardly have any friends and my only other good friend seemed too busy for these sorts of issues.
My kitten is now growing up in my care, and I've honestly healed a lot in these months with him, and I thank him for that, because I know it was really only me and him that improved me and my mental health to this point.
The problem is that I take pictures of him & post about him all the time, and my friends see it constantly and I talk about him to everyone I possibly can because I adore him and he's mine and he's the one "person" getting my through this. Everybody seems to get kind of quiet when I talk about him (even if they don't know about Eleanor's passing) and it feels awkward.
I worry that maybe I'm a jerk or something for talking about him so much, but no one ever says anything, so I guess it's just an assumption. This is all spilling out after a conversation with my friend where I was showing off my cat again, but that friend basically disappeared after I sent a picture of the kitten.
This friend however knows nothing about my situation and I've intentionally not told them because they always seem busy or have something going on, so I never wanted to drop that whole detail of my life on them, because it felt unfair, and like they deserved some peace.
I guess I'm just hoping to hear if I'm in the wrong or not and if I need to fix my behavior at all. I don't really have anything to talk about, so usually I kinda just send half hearted responses, and whenever I can fit my kitten into the conversation, I do.