When my cat died I immediately felt gutted, but also relieved.
For years she'd been lethargic and antisocial. She wouldn't spend time with me, she'd just yell for food, and once she got it she'd fuck off.
Sometimes she'd be nice, other times not, but she always seemed depressed.

I felt terrible all the time, knowing I wanted her to have a good life. The vet couldn't find anything wrong. I told myself she was just a crotchety old lady. I wanted her to be happy but she didn't care anymore.

When she died, it felt horrible, but it was also the lightest I'd felt in a long time. To know she was no longer unhappy. She looked content. Tired, and finally sleeping.

I love you puss. I wish your life could have been better. I'll always remember the early years when all we had was each other.

>>509732601
have you tried

>psstpsstpsstpsstpsst

>>509480097
>Damn
>Imagine giving a fuck about this
I know