In your mid 30s all the pets you and your friends got as your first pets as “adults” die. That first dog for your first place? Dead. That first cat after college? Dead. They all die in the same ~5 years period so you relive your loss through your friends over and over, and dog save you if those happened to be the pets your children were born with… it’s so hard
RIP Evey, Momo, Bonnie, Otie, Maddoc, Buddy Lee, Twinkie, Blue and Pippen, among so many others, we still miss you 💔
In your mid 30s all the pets you and your friends got as your first pets as “adults” die. That first dog for your first place? Dead. That first cat after college? Dead. They all die in the same ~5 years period so you relive your loss through your friends over and over, and dog save you if those happened to be the pets your children were born with… it’s so hard
RIP Evey, Momo, Bonnie, Otie, Maddoc, Buddy Lee, Twinkie, Blue and Pippen, among so many others, we still miss you 💔
My wife and I have been married for 15 years, our 9th cat is now 2 years old.
We started with my two, and her two. Magic (1), Carmen (2), Max (3), and Paddy (4).
We lost Magic and Carmen (siblings) when they were 15. Then Paddy.
We took in Whisper (5), as a stray, then got Rocket (6) and Keanu (7).
We were forced to downsize and limited to two cats. Our son was attached to Max, and took him. He later died from cancer.
Whisper DEMANDED the outdoor life and was adopted by a horse farm where he was hit by a car.
When we bought a house, two of our neighbor cats had litters so we took in Lorelei (8) and Willow (9).