...is when their time here is up and they have to go home.

I lost one of my cats to feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy yesterday. The second one in fifteen years.

Goodbye, Lolo... Princess, Diva, Yellacat, Screambeast, Tinycat, Lil Girl...

I love you.

I miss you.

But I know you're better off now, with your mom and siblings and a body that isn't broken and failing.

And you never have to be shut up in a house ever again.

its a shame when that happens, but its simply a part of life. it just seems sadder because most animals dont have the same lifespan as humans. Im sure their companionship was invaluable in their time.

I know... this isn't the first time I've lost a pet (not even the first cat I've lost to FHC,) and it won't be the last. It never gets any easier, though...

Lolo was already an older cat when I got her from my mom. She had arthritis and had had a number of infections over her life that had left her in fairly bad shape. She didn't like to cuddle, she didn't play, and she was really only affectionate when she was mugging for more food. She peed on things when she was mad. She was always underfoot whenever I was in the kitchen for any reason. And her favorite way of getting my attention was to reach up with both front paws and dig her little needle claws into whatever body part she could reach. Usually the back of my thigh.

But she was cute, and funny. She weighed all of five pounds (she wasn't nicknamed Tinycat for no reason,) and managed to push around Bear, who is three and a half times her size but is a massive pushover. She knew how to put on a show when she was begging for human food - being as prim and proper as a scruffy little runt of a barn cat could be, and giving you just the sweetest purr ever. She didn't "meow," instead she made a quiet, hoarse little "wow!" sound that you could barely hear sometimes - but when she was feeling offended over something, would WHINE so loudly that you could hear her all through the apartment. And she would boldly go after any unattended food that she wanted (like the time she tried to jump on the - thankfully cold - stovetop to get to a turkey while I was making Thanksgiving dinner, or when she managed to wolf down half a bowl of turkey leftovers that I THOUGHT was out of her reach when I went to the bathroom...)

She wasn't very lovey, or companionable, and I only had her for four months... but I did love that little cat, and I still do. And I miss her terribly.

But she's in a better place now, so I take the comfort I can from that.

Oh.. the pain of losing a pet is unbearable. I just lost my two best friends last year. Both around 1 month apart. They were two Shetland Sheepdogs. I had them over 13 years of my life. Seeing them pass is just awful. How I wish rainbow bridge had visiting hours....

Just remember, the pain of losing them is worth the time we spent with them. I would never trade the love and companionship they have given me over the years. When no one else was there and how they would love you no matter who you were. Good day, or bad day; they were always right there.

We got a new dog brought into the family and she has helped me through the time of losing my other babies. She will never replace the ones I lost. It reminds me of a quote from Avatar: The Last Airbender...

May you find strength, peace, and growth in your time of healing. ❤️

Aaaww pity. It's always sucks to lost a beloved pet. It only continue to live in your memories.

My cat was 15 and a half year old when she gone. I can't imagine I will once adopt a new cat in the future. She was absolutely unique.