Dana was the best cat ever. She was smart, playful, gentle, loving. She helped me so much during my depression, she was always there for me.

And then out of nowhere - kidney failure, and she is gone just at 8,5 years old. It’s not fair.

It’s not fair that I’ll never hear her purring again, kiss her on the nose, hold her in my arms. She’s just not there. She’ll never be there - all that’s left are ashes.

It fucking hurts.

I just really needed to vent, because I don’t know how to manage this pain.

I miss you and love you eternally, my sweet baby.