Been about three and a half years now and I miss you every day.

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        Yeah, we’re doing all of the “firsts” at the minute, today we should be getting home from food shopping and it would be the first time not having to get treats out so as we don’t have him rooting through all of the bags to see what he can try and eat.

        I don’t want to think of him as a dead cat though, just temporarily not with us.

        Thank you.

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          I’m so sorry for your loss. I completely understand - when my previous passed away 11 years ago, I kept “seeing” her out of the corner of my eye for months. Even now I just think of her as no longer with me.

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            Thank you for your comment, I keep seeing other cats or our fluffy cat like door stop, which isnt even the same colour, and thinking its him, as well as seeing him out the corner of my eye. I especially appreciate the fact that we are dealing with this in a similar fashion.

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      Upvoted, but God damn this cut me deep.

      Here’s something a little more verbose to tack on, which helped me a lot through a similar time:

      Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.

      - Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost (1887)