I have been getting myself in a bit of a tizzy about the kitty. I have been crying randomly on and off, but it’s been different from my chihuahua. I feel the same gaping hole of something missing, but I’ve been feeling ill telling others about the kitty, whereas I did not have the feeling about the Chihuahua. I’ve been waking up with the puffy eyes, but it’s been different.
So I thought about it, because I don’t feel like I loved one more than the other. I thought maybe it’s because he’s technically my partners cat.
I sat there and I thought about it.
The closest I can think of in my grief, is that the biggest difference was that Chihuahua was a family dog, like she got on well with other humans. But she only really loved her family. Whereas Travie, not a cuddly cat, very independent, but he was loved by everyone. The neighbours loved him, they all helped look for him, the vets loved him. Even though he was not cuddly and he didn’t really like anyone apart from his family, and he was very independent, he was a special little fellow.
He has his own Instagram account for a start, lol. Even though he was very independent and he was not a cuddly cat, he didn’t cause problems in the neighborhood either. He didn’t kill any of the birds or other animals, it was always another cat who did that. The birds would swoop him and he’d play with them, but he never hurt them, they hurt him more than the other way around, lol.
It’s like my brother said, and he’s not always the most emotionally adapted person, lol. Even at the end of the same text message, he said “You could now get a little dog” lol. But like my brother said to begin with, “He’s lived a bloody good life with two humans who loved him more than most cats gets to be loved. A very happy lucky boy”.







I will love and miss you forever my little man ❤ ❤ ❤