“This cat slept on the pillow next to my mother’s every night. As my mother grew weaker, I began taking care of the cat. Seven months later, my mom passed away peacefully in her home, just as she had wished. The cat was in her usual spot by my mother’s head. When the funeral home arrived to take my mother’s body, the cat refused to leave the bed. After my mom was gone, the cat paced up and down the bed, letting out low, loud meows—a heartbreaking sound that was pure grief.After about 15 minutes of this, I couldn’t bear it any longer and gently scooped her up in my arms. It was the first time she had ever allowed me to hold her, but from that moment on, she became my shadow. She also grew much bolder.I’ve had cats all my life, but this was the only time I had ever witnessed a cat grieve.
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“Credit to the respective owner”. It wasn’t me personally, “Billy”. This story touched my heart ((💓)) & I had to share it. Usually it’s , “Me” that has to grieve when THE CAT 🐈 has to leave, but yes I seen CATS grieve also 😭 … Wm