Thursday ⭑ May 28, 2026

TRIGGER WARNING: pet loss.

I will be talking about my deceased pet, but no graphic details about it. Please proceed with caution.




Grief is such a strange thing. I could be making food and out of nowhere, like a habit, I would call out my cat's name. I'd wait for a bit and finally hear his little meow or feel him head bump onto my leg.

But there were no meows. And no one head bumped my leg.

Right. How could I forget that he passed away a year ago already? And then, when the realization hits, I'd feel sad and unable to continue making food. I'll be in a negative headspace for awhile, until I'd fall asleep or feel numb after. It's a never-ending cycle for me. I know it may sound silly mourning over a cat. But he wasn't "just a cat". He just wasn't a pet. In the 2 years of living here on earth and having him as my companion, he made by days brighter and made life easier for me.

I've read somewhere that remembering is what keeps our loved ones alive. Even though it hurts. But despite all of that, I also remember the happy moments with my cat. Everytime I see a silly video of a cat, I remember him too. Or the way that I feel the summer breeze outside reminds me of the days I spent with him, lounging on the cool grass, quietly enjoying each other's company. I'd like to think that every little memory that I get reminded him of, it's his own little way of saying hi.

Do I still cry when I remember or think of him? Yes, of course. It could be a slight tear or a full on ugly sobbing. The pain and grief never really left. I don't think I may be able to move on. It will pass, sure, but there's still an empty, hollow feeling buried deep inside. Like a missing puzzle piece taken away from me.