And now your song is on repeat
And I’m dancin’ on to your heartbeat
And when you’re gone, I feel incomplete
Symphony – Clean Bandit
Two years ago today, I lost a best-friend when my four-year-old, Maine Coon cat; Dolly, was put to sleep. Today, I’ll be marking her two year anniversary (you can read the one year mark here) with a letter to her and some advice on how to cope with the loss of a pet.
I’m honoured to say that this post will be in collaboration with Cats Protection – it’s kind of a light to all the difficult moments in this post…
knew how much I enjoyed writing, but this letter is one of the hardest things
I’ve ever wrote. However, I think that in the long run, it’ll be helpful to me
and my mental health because it’s a bit of a relief to feel that I’m getting
out everything I want to tell you and what I want you to know.
Did you know that the pink and white spotted collar that was around your neck for a long part of your life, was actually hanging from a photo frame in my hospital room for months before I got you?! My Mum had the idea that maybe buying the collar and having it to look at, would keep me motivated in working hard at my mental health recovery because having my own home, and having you; would be my prize at the end. Being in that hospital over 100 miles away from everyone I loved, having that collar was also comforting because it prompted me to consider all my loved ones if I was struggling or about to self-harm. And it reminded me that doing something like that, would make having you even further and further away, out of my reach. And I couldn’t stand that.