I used to think words “their presence will be with you” was a way to soothe people experiencing loss. I now have the misfortune to realize it’s true. Maybe in time it will be comforting, but right now in the middle of heartbreak it’s devastating.
I showered today and when I opened the door I was waiting for that vocal, former fat cat, to push his way inside to lick the water from the shower. Three bowls of perfectly good water and the shower was the preferred selection. When I opened that door I felt him there, where he always waited, but quickly realized what I was feeling was not him, but the expectation he would be there.
Later on in the kitchen doing the dishes. I check behind me to make sure he’s not at my feet, waiting to end my life by tripping me. Or guilting me because I stepped on his tail. Yet I still tripped even though he wasn’t there.
Items on the floor the same size as him I immediately think is him, always being in the same room as me, always watching over me. I see him out of the corner of my eye everywhere, still not accepting he won’t be there again.
It’s not just one heartbreak, but many. That must be the presence they speak of, but it hurts more than expected.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 8:05 AM UTC
I used to think words “their presence will be with you” was a way to soothe people experiencing loss. I now have the misfortune to realize it’s true. Maybe in time it will be comforting, but right now in the middle of heartbreak it’s devastating.
I showered today and when I opened the door I was waiting for that vocal, former fat cat, to push his way inside to lick the water from the shower. Three bowls of perfectly good water and the shower was the preferred selection. When I opened that door I felt him there, where he always waited, but quickly realized what I was feeling was not him, but the expectation he would be there.
Later on in the kitchen doing the dishes. I check behind me to make sure he’s not at my feet, waiting to end my life by tripping me. Or guilting me because I stepped on his tail. Yet I still tripped even though he wasn’t there.
Items on the floor the same size as him I immediately think is him, always being in the same room as me, always watching over me. I see him out of the corner of my eye everywhere, still not accepting he won’t be there again.
It’s not just one heartbreak, but many. That must be the presence they speak of, but it hurts more than expected.
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