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jinglyhigh-heels · 1 month

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Had a dream last night. I tipped over a box I and my cat (we’ll call her Tiki) were in when I was getting out, but out ran not only Tiki, but Tiki’s sister who died almost a year ago, who we’ll call Taka; and the cat who helped raise them as kittens who we’ll call Moomoo (she looked like a cow lol).

I immediately figured out that it was a dream, and I gasped a grief-filled little gasp, then walked over to Taka. I got to pet for the first time in almost a year. She was so soft, and I almost started crying.

But as all creatures do, she had to leave. We were now in my living room, so she walked across the carpet and then turned behind the couch where I couldn’t see her. I knew this meant my visit was over. A little past where she had turned, was sitting Tiki. She was looking over at me where I had been petting Taka as if she knew what had happened. She seemed so sad. I can’t remember if I said anything, probably “Oh Tiki…” if anything, but I went over and starting comforting her, petting her. Her fur was so soft at first, but then it turned…old, if that makes sense; not as soft, and…more rough? This just made me even sadder; I had seen this dream as some kind of spiritual thing, where I got to see Moomoo and give Taka pets from beyond the grave, so this just made me think that Tiki was gonna pass soon.

And then I woke up. Bawled like a baby, obviously.

I’m choosing to believe that I actually got to pet Taka’s spirit even tho I don’t really believe in spirits lol, but that my ‘vision’ of Tiki’s near demise was just my anxieties.

#also I feel so bad about Moomoo. she was there too for a second but I only gave Taka pets.#and it was indirectly my fault she died anyway.#one of our house windows didn’t have screen on it‚ but I didn’t realize that.#I forgot I left it open and went to bed‚ so Moomoo and Taka escaped #We found Taka in the morning‚ just sitting outside the door‚ but Moomoo was never to be found #my mom was super pissed at me (unfair; I may have *opened* the window‚ but it’s not like anyone else noticed it was still open) and kept-#-trying to get me to go look for Moomoo‚ but I thought she’d be fine. she’d come back eventually.#but she never did. she was probably eaten by one of the predators we had in our area.#and like. I didn’t even properly mourn her. I wasn’t that close to her.#I was in the middle of the throes of depression when she died‚ was always in my room with the door closed‚ and even now can’t remember a-#-time we interacted. which doesn’t mean it didn’t happen (~depression memoryyy~) but it clearly wasn’t often or impactful enough for me #so basically. she deserved so much better :(#well no. slight correction. I don’t remember being close to her past x-grade. I distinctly recall sobbing at the *thought* that she might-#-grow old and die‚ when I was in x-grade. She was MY cat in x-grade.#tw pet loss #the softer side of mourning #(at least that’s how I view it)#tw pet death #for the tags

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