My cat passed away. Here’s some pictures of her

Because of my dad’s surgery he just had where he can’t move, I had to dig a grave and bury her alone. I’ve never felt this kind of pain before. She was originally my sisters but I took her with me in 2020 when she was 10 because it was a better place for her. I have never met a cat like her and there will never be a cat like her. I will never hear her meows again, I will never be able to hold her again when she comes to lay on me when I’m sad or when I’d have a hard day at school, I will never get to hold her and kiss her again, I will never come home and she’s the first thing I see and talk to again, I will never hold her outside so she can bask in the hot sunshine again, when she’d balance on the window sill with her fat dangling off the side to lay in the sun and watch the birds and bunny and deer, or just hearing her walk around. I will never see, hear, feel, or be in her presence again. And it’s destroying me.

She would’ve been 15 in February so maybe I should be thankful she was kind enough to live for so long to stay with me longer, but it isn't long enough. She helped me so much by just existing. She was always a comfort and made me so happy. At my worst points I’d stick around for her. When nothing made me feel better, I knew she would always help and she did. Everywhere I look there’s pictures of her or her stuff. She surrounds me and I’m constantly thinking of her but she’s no longer here. I can’t go find her and hug her anymore. I miss her so much.