My Cat Was 14At 9.03am this morning, I got a text from my mom saying that Milo had died. It was 10.03pm for her. She is in Malaysia, I am in the United States.
I had Milo since she was a little baby. I was seven when my parents brought home this little two-month-old furball. We grew up together. I am now 21 and she made it to 14. I don't know what is the worst: the fact that I have only spent seven months out of the past three years with my cat because I've been away at school or the fact that it has been four months since I last saw her and will be home again in twelve days for winter break. I have two final exams tomorrow and I can't afford to lose time grieving. It makes me feel even worse that I have to put this on hold. I don't know what to do other than to push on and not fail my exams.
Some people don't understand. Most of my friends have never had pets and so don't get why it hurts so much.