RIP my little Abu

It's been a rough couple of weeks around here. On Monday, April 18th my little Abu passed away unexpectedly. He was his normal frisky, spastic self that morning. Shortly after 7 am, he scratched at the bathroom door (as he always did to get in) and then I heard a thud. When I opened the door to let him in he was laying there, lifeless. Needless to say, I was beside myself in hysterics. My poor bf, I woke him to my screaming for Abu to wake up.

Abu - April 24, 2011 to April 18, 2016 - RIP Little Buddy

Let me work back a little. I have PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). I've had it since my time in the Navy. It is non-combat related, but very real. And very scary. That said, I have had cats almost my entire life. I have had cats die whether due to age, illness, or cars. I have never reacted the way I did when Abu died. My heart broke!

Now I have one cat again, a 7 year old named Sandy. I've had her since she was around 12 weeks old. Abu was nearly 5; raised by me since around 8 weeks old. They were buddies. Best buddies! Sandy took to him within hours of introducing them. She was his "momma". She's been taking it well, to say the least.

So, now I am moving on from the grief I felt. I am getting back to myself again (also recovering from a stomach bug I had this week). And looking to maybe getting a kitten for Sandy later in the summer. We'll see. For now, I just want to love on her as much as she will let me.