I recently lost my little cat, Şila. Today, we were supposed to move together, but before we could, she got sick and passed away from respiratory failure after surgery. It all happened so suddenly, and when they handed me her lifeless body, I could still feel her warmth. That same warmth I felt every time she curled up next to me, comforting me and making me feel alive.

We loved sleeping together. She would wait for me to come to my room and always wanted me to love her. She was so talkative, and her voice filled the house with life. She would guide me, teach me, and show her love through her sounds, sometimes even driving me crazy. Now, the house is so quiet, and I keep wishing I could hear her voice again.

Every time I look at the spots she used to call her own, I have to face the fact that she’s not here anymore. Her fur is still on my clothes and in every corner of the house. This time, I want to keep it with me. I’ll miss you, Şila.

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Hard times, really. I hold on tightly to the memories. 

I appreciate your words and understanding.

I remember the pain of loosing my cat that passed away after multiple surgeries. It was years ago but I still remember that moment. 
  I'm sorry for your loss. I know words won't help a lot, but time will

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