I’m not a spiritual dude really, but went out a walk along my old dog’s favourite route today, from back when he was alive, and there were times I swear I could feel his presence. He was a really good boy.

This one isn’t depressing to me. Like yeah, sad for the dog, but it’s actually a kinda uplifting message. The “second death” thing is actually something gives me comfort.

My cat Luna died five years ago next week. She was the best cat that ever existed and there’s still a hole in my heart.

:(

Every so often I tell my pets, who are no longer with us, that I still love them and always will.

One of my cats had two little plush toys she loved cuddling with. She was cremated with one, and I keep the other on my desk - it’s a nice reminder to just how awesome she was.

On my very sad days I just try to remember that they wouldn’t want me to be sad. They would do everything in their power to make me feel better when I was feeling low, and the thought that my dishevelled state would cause them such grief if they were here is enough to make me have a better perspective.
It is okay to cry when it’s needed too, though.