I've been really moody this week. OK, one day it was because I forgot to take my meds, but still ... someone asked how I was doing and I started crying about my cat. They didn't even ask about my cat. Yet, I was in tears, and could barely speak. Yesterday I felt tearful as well.
I wasn't quite this bad after Piglet died. I suspect it was because I still had CC there to comfort me. I'm stuck in a crappy place where my partner and I aren't ready for another cat, but not having one is driving me crazy. I'm afraid I'll meet the perfect cat before we're ready, and also terrified that I'll never bond with another cat as long as I live.