My cat

So I found out yesterday that my cat was put down on wednesday. It was old and very ill but it still seems to upset me more than I would of expected. I have only been able to tell one person and I burst into tears when I did, sometimes i'm feeling fine but then I'm getting really teary all of a sudden. It was just such a good cat and I hate this world that everybody and everything that you care about gets old, gets ill and dies. I don't know how anybody copes with this fact. Plus its like it changes my identity, that cat has been a part of me since I was 11, I've always had a cat with a silly name and now if people ask me if i have a cat what am i mean to say, no? My uncle died a year and a half ago and although we wern't close it was that same kind of feeling of it changing my identity, I have one less uncle.But I just want to say rest in peace R, I love you and I'll miss you