Being a kitty lover and knowing the loss of my kitty after 13 years , your story made my heart pound a little faster. So happy for the ending. They are our family…loved your story❤️
As your mom, knowing what Lucius means to you, I suffered with you, for you, as any parent does witnessing their child in pain, just as you suffered imagining Lucius’s suffering—lost and hungry, an indoor city cat in unfamiliar terrain. Yes, you are a ‘spiritual’ parent, bonded in a way that transcends species. And the gift of that deep connection brings the agony of helplessness, the guilt of his getting out in the first place, the dread of loss, the attempt to let go. The profound sadness of parting.
What a gloriously happy ending. The Butthead lives on…
Been there. Lost grand cat had me knocking on doors in a MAGA neighborhood god help me. For days. Finally the little bum reemerged (but only after I’d compromised my moral soul).
Okay so I recently lost my own tuxedo kitty to old age and this story just brought me to tears. Very well written
Being a kitty lover and knowing the loss of my kitty after 13 years , your story made my heart pound a little faster. So happy for the ending. They are our family…loved your story❤️
Every bit felt. Also great writing from the heart.
We all know animals aren't humans but they certainly are our family which means "what we won't do" for them.
As your mom, knowing what Lucius means to you, I suffered with you, for you, as any parent does witnessing their child in pain, just as you suffered imagining Lucius’s suffering—lost and hungry, an indoor city cat in unfamiliar terrain. Yes, you are a ‘spiritual’ parent, bonded in a way that transcends species. And the gift of that deep connection brings the agony of helplessness, the guilt of his getting out in the first place, the dread of loss, the attempt to let go. The profound sadness of parting.
What a gloriously happy ending. The Butthead lives on…
Been there. Lost grand cat had me knocking on doors in a MAGA neighborhood god help me. For days. Finally the little bum reemerged (but only after I’d compromised my moral soul).
I thought Lucious was a nickname for Lucifer, glad he may it back home safe and sound.