Hi Everyone, thank you so much for your kind words about my Kell. I'm having a really, really hard time. He was young and vibrant only a week ago and I'm definitely in the ”what if” stage of grief.
He’s my first pet and cat love. So particular, handsome and curious. He took up so much space in my tiny apartment that it now feels so empty without him. I just always imagined he'd be with me for so much more.
I started as his foster, his fourth in fact, and when he was adopted out after five months with me I was sad to see him go but happy for him. Unfortunately, the rescue didn't explain his particularness to the adopter and she returned him after he bit when she got too close too fast.
They called me and said that after her and his hardships in previous houses that he had to be marked as unadoptable and would basically live at the shelter or have to be put down if I wasn't able to take him. I hated them for putting me in that place at that time but I’m so grateful that he made his way back to me now.
Gaining his trust and love is one of, if not the, most rewarding experiences of my life. The first time he sat next to me on the couch was magic, the first time he slept next to me was pure joy. I miss his heavyness and his warmth, the way he made the floor boards creek when he walked, I miss his motorboat purrs and constant leg rubs as I walked.
I know it's only day two but the grief and shock is so profound.
I realize I should probably be writing this in the grief section but I wanted thank you all again and give you a little taste of the brave guy you tried to help.
Thanks again. <3
