i was finally going to get my baby out of my parents house. i was going to move and i was going to give him a better life. my parents wouldn’t be able to kick him outside under the excuse of “he sheds too much” anymore even after i bought him a brush and combed him. i was going to leash train him so he could still be outside but safely. but i had one week left until move day and that was too much. my parents let him out again and he got attacked by some animal. we took him to the emergency vet and the humane option was to put him down. we think it happened last night and it crushes my heart to think of him suffering overnight and we only found him this afternoon.

i made around two weeks ago on r/cathelp wondering whether i should give him up. i loved him so much and the idea hurt so bad but i worried he wouldn’t have as much enrichment in the small room we (my girlfriend and i) were renting to get the hell out of our parents’ houses. i was told not to abandon him and that if i gave him enough enrichment in the home and perhaps leash trained him that he would be okay. i just wanted him to be happy. but the move in date was too far away. i should’ve gotten out of my parents house sooner but i was too scared of him. or maybe i should’ve given him up. but he’s gone and i couldn’t protect him. i’m so sorry my sweet boy. i hope that the world on the other side of the rainbow bridge is much kinder to you. i hope that you have an infinite amount of sunny spots to lay out in. i hope you’re free and that you’re still as silly as ever. i hope you’re given all kinds of treats and swaddled in blankets like a baby, just how you’d always loved to be with me. and i hope that you can forgive me.

i love you my precious baby. rest in peace.

mochi 2021-2026