My cat, who I used to live with, passed away today. After I moved out, she stayed at my ex-partner’s place, so I hadn’t seen her in a long time. But the day before she passed, she suddenly came to mind, and I decided to contact him.
Last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her and had a strange, uneasy feeling. This morning, I found out that she passed away during the night. It’s hard to put into words, but somehow, it feels like I sensed it.
I still wish I could have seen her one last time, held her, told her how much I love her, and spent just a little more time together.
Rest in peace, Sarah.