My kitten Pyramid Head (or Midi as I called him) got hit by a car about 2 weeks ago and I'm still heart broken. He was my little baby and I spent all my spare time with him. I feel lost in my own home, he may have died but I have become the ghost.
I never really thought about how much I relied upon that little cat, I moved to this house from miles away to be with my partner and have very few friends down here so he became my boon. Now he is gone I realise how much I needed him. I think maybe if I'd focused on meeting new people a little more then this loss would smart that bit less but you can't turn back time.
My partner doesn't seem to understand how much I'm hurting, we have been arguing more frequently because he gets frustrated at my tears, and my inability to snap out of this depression. The truth of the matter is I was depressed before the kitten's death and now I feel even more alone.
I wonder if I will keep writing this blog, keep going to work, keep functioning and it scares me to think that I might stop. I need to keep going, I can't lose anything else.
