I share my life with two cats, one now at least 15 and the other almost 8, who is my soul mate. I felt your words so deeply as I have felt every note played. I morbidly joke that I experience "pre-grief" at just the thought of losing my youngest - I don't know how I will function without him, and the thought of him going suddenly has shattered my heart countless times already.
That “pre-grief” you describe—I know it too well. I carried it like a quiet ache long before Beni and Džoni were gone, and even now, I sometimes feel them in the air and it knocks the wind out of me.
The bond you have with your soul mate cat? It’s holy. And I just want to say—you’re not alone in that ache, or in the fear of the after. Some hearts are built to love animals like they’re fragments of the divine. Ours are just made that way.
Thank you for sharing this with me. It means so much more than you know. 🖤🐾
Oh, BJ… I feel that in the marrow. I lost two who were more than soulmates—they were my anchors to this world. I still whisper to their shadows and wait for their paws in my dreams. I get it. The thought of opening that part of yourself again feels like tempting fate. But I also believe the right little spirit waits for you too—not to replace, never that—but to sit quietly beside your grief and offer something new. Like mine does with me now. ☺️ Thank you for sharing that with me. 🌙
I share my life with two cats, one now at least 15 and the other almost 8, who is my soul mate. I felt your words so deeply as I have felt every note played. I morbidly joke that I experience "pre-grief" at just the thought of losing my youngest - I don't know how I will function without him, and the thought of him going suddenly has shattered my heart countless times already.
Oh, I feel every word of this.
That “pre-grief” you describe—I know it too well. I carried it like a quiet ache long before Beni and Džoni were gone, and even now, I sometimes feel them in the air and it knocks the wind out of me.
The bond you have with your soul mate cat? It’s holy. And I just want to say—you’re not alone in that ache, or in the fear of the after. Some hearts are built to love animals like they’re fragments of the divine. Ours are just made that way.
Thank you for sharing this with me. It means so much more than you know. 🖤🐾
Sending you a huge hug. I’ve lost three cats already and I’m scared for my sanity, to get another one. 😢
Oh, BJ… I feel that in the marrow. I lost two who were more than soulmates—they were my anchors to this world. I still whisper to their shadows and wait for their paws in my dreams. I get it. The thought of opening that part of yourself again feels like tempting fate. But I also believe the right little spirit waits for you too—not to replace, never that—but to sit quietly beside your grief and offer something new. Like mine does with me now. ☺️ Thank you for sharing that with me. 🌙
Thank you so much for that beautifully written answer. Perhaps that little spirit is waiting for me. I’ll keep that close to my heart.💙
My heart goes out to you.
Anyone who has had a cat in their lives knows that they are family.
I had my dear sweet Lily and when I had to say goodbye to her it tore my heart in two.
But I believe that your love transcends their pain and that they knew and still at some level know how much you loved them.
Your beautiful words show that so magnificently
❤️🙏
Jason, thank you so much for this. I’m so sorry about Lily—it’s a grief that truly splits the heart in ways words can’t always hold.
Reading your words felt like being seen in the exact ache I’ve been carrying.
I hope with all of me that you’re right—that our love reached them, somehow, and still lives somewhere soft around them.
Sending warmth to you and Lily’s memory. 🐾