i'm very sad today. this is sad.
when i moved back in with my family in 2022, i met a cat in the garden who was ever so friendly and sweet. i think perhaps he first made an appearance in 2023.
we soon figured he was someone's cat - someone in the neighbourhood, though not sure where. his name was trevor, and he had a brother called Morris.
trev was like my first cat that wasn't my cat. i did my best not to "steal" him as i knew i would be equally devastated if someone did this to my cat. but he would come hang out sometimes, and give cuddles.
we couldn't really stop him, he would figure out when we were coming home and basically break into the house anyway.
he was so so sweet, as well as extremely annoying. climbed everywhere, stole any food that you didn't look after, destroyed shit. just an absolute, ginger, agent of chaos.
me & my sisters bought our house and moved with cookie, but we loved to visit trev when we went to see my dad. dad finally found a nice place to move into with his gf at the end of last year, so that's where we all said our official goodbye to trevor, as we'd never have a reason to come back to this neighbourhood.
anyway. we found out today that trevor passed away. i know it is so silly to be sad about a cat that isn't mine. it was at the start of january. he was only four! it was some illness, so i think it must have come on quick. i know i was never going to see trevor again, anyway, but i'm sad that he is gone.
so i've cried a lot today. i went to tell cookie, because cookie hung around with trevor, and always wanted to play with him, and i think cookie knew, obviously because i kept crying.
cookie doesn't really cuddle up close, but he came close (like right up to my face) and curled up with me while i cried. so i think he understood, and also understood that i was sad. which made me cry more because i hated the thought that he comprehends that his little friend is gone.
