You know...years later and hundreds of miles, I swear I sometimes still hear a meow and catch the flicker of a tail out of the corner of my eye. Maybe in some small way, those of us who truly and deeply loved our pets, who made them family, never truly go forth alone.

Edit: Also, apparently I was flagged as a bot at one point. Which sorta diminishes this comment, but there you go. beep boop

[–] dharmacurious@slrpnk.net 12 points 5 hours ago

I lost my cat of 16 years at the end of last year. I'd had him longer than I hadn't. He was the coolest dude, a highland lynx. A major goofball with zero balance, and all the chill. I still routinely see him lounging somewhere out of the corner of my eye, only to realize it's a random bag or something. Breaks my heart every time. Same with all the pets I've lost over the years. They're special in a way that non animal people will never be able to understand