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I adopted Edison when he was 8 weeks old in September of 2010. He was the first cat I had on my own. I remember how rambunctious he was. He’d never let me sleep. He always wanted to play. Edison gave me a run for my money, and I’d do anything to have him back. Edison ran away almost three years ago and I’m still not over it. I still cry. I’m still grieving. I pray everyday that God will bring him home to me.
June has been crazy. Five days after I came home from Nashville, Sammie passed away. I spent that entire week trying to save him. He ended up passing away in the very early morning of Friday, June 5. It’s definitely not what I expected to happen right after coming home from a wonderful trip – and I wasn’t even expecting it to happen within the next three years!
My guinea pig Sammie passed away on Friday. I adopted him in January but in the short time he was a part of our family, I wasn’t the only one who became extremely attached to him. And I’m not the only one who’s struggling with his loss.
Early this morning I lost my Sammie. It was a terrible, tragic death. I watched him decline so rapidly over the course of four days. It was painful for me, but I can only imagine how painful it was for him.
Animals grieve like people do. Ask anyone who’s lost a pet in a household with multiple animals. Just like humans, each animal deals with loss and mourning differently.
When my cat Edison ran away in July 2013, I was devastated. I had a bond with Edison that was unlike any bond I’ve ever had with a cat. I mourned his loss for quite a while, and to be honest, I still do because I don’t know what happened to him.
Shortly after Eddy went missing, my younger cat, Sadie, became very depressed. She started howling everyday, multiple times a day. She became less active and started to gain weight. I sought help from my vet who suggested a low dosage of anxiety medications but I decided to get a second opinion.
