Guest post by Sarah Chauncey

After the death of a beloved cat, it can be hard to believe we could ever open our hearts and homes to another. While it’s true that each cat (and our bond with them) is unique, keeping our hearts closed to future felines means we can wind up dwelling on the loss, rather than exploring new bonds.

When my soulmate cat, Hedda, died, I was ready to adopt about three months later. As so often happens, though, life had other plans. It would be another year and a bit—and many, many “interviews” later—before a new kitten found her way to me.

While it’s true that each cat (and our bond with them) is unique, keeping our hearts closed to future felines means we can wind up dwelling on the loss, rather than exploring new bonds.

Finding the Right Kitten (or Cat)

Towards the end of Hedda’s life, I had a dream in which she spoke to me—in a croaky kind of voice, because the feline larynx isn’t made for human language. She said, “I try to come back within two years.” That increased the stakes exponentially. I wasn’t just looking for a kitten; I was looking for Hedda’s next incarnation.

My lease only allows for one cat or dog, and that made the search harder. Kittens who can be happy as singletons are few and far between. I kept hoping that one would show up on my daily walks—the classic “cat chooses human” story…but that didn’t happen. I met several who were adorable, but I just didn’t feel a connection with any of them.

When a friend sent me a photo of a shorthair tortoiseshell cat at a rescue in a neighboring town, I was immediately smitten, yet cautious. By that point, I’d been “smitten” with half a dozen kittens whose photos had convinced me they were The One, but things hadn’t panned out.

A few hours later, I was home with Ariel.


Introducing Ariel (aka Hello, Tortitude)

The name “Ariel” means “lion of God” in Hebrew. I translate that as “lioness of love.” In mystical traditions, Ariel is also the archangel who oversees the natural world—and the natural world is my happy place.

I hadn’t planned on adopting a tortie. My only requirements were female (personal preference) and shorthair (allergies). As much as I adore black cats, I was a bit concerned that if I adopted another one, I’d constantly be comparing her to Hedda. I now joke that I have a half-black cat.

Ariel showed her tortitude early on. It took me days to figure out how to convince her to eat wet food. I tried topping food with nutritional yeast (nope), FortiFlora (nope) and finally, ground Parmesan (aha!). Turns out my little girl is addicted to cheese.

As Jackson Galaxy has said of torties, Ariel is super-sensitive to the energy around her. Whatever I’m putting out, consciously or unconsciously, she reflects back to me.

She is super-chatty, even more so than Hedda—and her range of sounds is impressive. I haven’t yet figured out what each one means, but when she’s bored, she flops on the floor dramatically and lets out a distinct whine. She leaps onto the keyboard with abandon, explores the shower as soon as I step out, and chews everything from shoelaces to my phone.


For the most part, Ariel is one of the happiest and most laid-back kittens I’ve ever seen (though at the moment, she’s a tween, which means she has two modes: full tortitude and snugglebunny). In the two months since I brought her home, she has never stopped purring, except when she’s asleep.

I don’t know whether Ariel is, in fact, Hedda’s next incarnation. I sometimes wonder if I missed some signs, or I didn’t wait long enough. That said, I adore Ariel, and my understanding is that animals have more fluid energy fields than humans, and there may well be aspects of Hedda in Ariel, even if she’s not the exact same soul.

Below are some of the things I found helpful both during my search and while acclimating to a new feline presence.


Bonds develop through shared experiences. You aren’t likely to immediately feel the same depth of bond with a new cat as you did with the previous one.

When You’re Adopting After a Loss

Take your time, and go at your own pace. Some people want to adopt a new companion right away; others prefer to wait a bit. Neither choice is better than the other. Don’t let others pressure you into following a timeline that doesn’t feel right.

Open your heart again. Some people worry that they’re betraying their late cat by adopting. Love doesn’t die. It multiplies. If anything, your previous cat would like to see you happy and giving a good home to a fellow feline.

Allow yourself to feel what you feel. Regardless of how long it’s been since your previous cat’s death, adopting is likely to bring up a wave of grief. Adopting a new cat means admitting that the previous one isn’t coming back. This took me by surprise—after all, it had been 19 months since Hedda’s death.

There might not be a lightning-bolt moment. In my case, the certainty never came. I just knew that if I didn’t adopt this particular kitten, I would always wonder whether I should have. And I’m glad I did.

Be curious. The new kitten or cat will likely have different traits than you’re used to, and while this can bring up grief, it can also be a wonderful opportunity for discovering the awe and mystery of life.

Bonding takes time. Even if you feel an immediate connection, as I did with Hedda, bonds develop through shared experiences. You aren’t likely to immediately feel the same depth of bond with a new cat as you did with the previous one.

What was it like for you, adopting a new cat or kitten after a forever cat’s death? What did you find helpful or surprising? Share your experience in a comment.


Sarah Chauncey is the author of P.S. I Love You More Than Tuna, an upcoming gift book for adults grieving their cat. She runs @morethantuna on Instagram and Facebook, “a celebration of nine lives,” and she started #tunatributes, a support community for people grieving their cat. She lives on Vancouver Island.

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34 Comments on Adopting After Losing a Cat

  1. The story of Ariel made me smile.. thank you for sharing. She’s a doll. I lost my beautiful girl at 17 yrs old. She couldn’t walk anymore yet the vet didn’t see anything wrong. A week later she was gone forever. On one hand I felt I could never replace her.. and I was completely heartbroken .. still am…. But in the other hand I was sitting here with a cold empty house and a lot of love that could save another cat. Our new cat looks nothing like my baby and is much younger so it’s a very different experience …. She’s a joy .. Very sweet…. yet I still feel some guilt and pain over my first kitty. Is this normal…. And was adopting again the right thing to do? I’m not sure if my heart will ever heal. This is worse than losing a human.

  2. So glad I found this article which validated some feelings I have right now. I adopted 2 orange tabby brothers at 6 weeks old. In Nov 2021, I had to send one to the Bridge. In Dec 2021, about 6 weeks later, I had to unexpectedly send his brother to the Bridge. They were +16.5 yrs old and this is the first Christmas in almost 17 yrs that I do not have kitties in my house. I do have 2 Chihuahuas, but it’s just not the same. I only live with pets.

    One cat was a butt head and his brother, Bebe, was my love bug. I took his passing hard, especially since I had to put him down a few days before Christmas. I also volunteer in the Cat Room of my local shelter, but had taken a break a couple months prior. I still went weekly for my kitty fixes.

    Last week, there were 3 cats who were turned in because their owner passed. After a couple days in receiving, they went on main floor. The tortie was immediately adopted. I chose to interact w/ Sammy in the playroom for about an hour. She trembled at first and I left her alone and she began to explore the playroom and eventually came to me. I went to visit the next day for another hour. I was on the fence about adopting so soon and in the past I had said once the kitties are gone, I wasn’t going to get another. (Partly due to being in my mid-60s and being restricted to travel or overnight trips.)

    Before I left I put a 24 hour hold on her with the intent of adopting. After thinking about it overnight, I decided to adopt her. The intake paperwork said she was an adult, but no age. I picked her up yesterday after her vet exam and am now having second thoughts. I know your article says you may not bond right away. I just question whether or not I made the right decision. I also know it will take time for my Chis to warm up to her as well. For now, she has free roam in my AZ room.

  3. Bennie, mentioned above, died in Aug. ’20. Her hyperthyroidism led to cardiac arrhythmia and she had a severe stroke.
    My home is not complete without a cat. And as I’ve said to others many times, the death of a loved one leaves a space in your heart waiting to be taken by someone new. I’m a senior. I’ve taken care of a number of senior cats now and am not intimidated by common medical problems. I started watching the websites of shelters here and sure enough, along came another 12 yr old female needing a home.
    Her name was Daisy, but she didn’t respond to it at all. She has a megawatt personality. I re-named her Lucille, and usually call her Lucy, of course. Naturally at 12 she already has preferences, likes and dislikes. She’s been with me for a little over 4 months now and we’re still getting to know each other.
    For e.g. she likes to sit in my lap. But if I pick up a magazine she hisses and runs. (Of course, I don’t do that any more.) My best guess is that someone used to swat her with a magazine. When she’s really frightened or angry — and she does have a temper — she bites.
    But there is always a reason. I don’t always know what it is immediately, but if I don’t I think about it and “get it” later. I think I will have a couple of permanent scars from our getting acquainted days.
    But Lucy wears a Feliway comfort collar now and gradually believes she doesn’t have to bite me to get her message “heard.” And gradually she’s filling the empty space in my heart.
    She’s very clever and makes up her own games. I just have to supply the materials she needs for them. We also play with ‘fishing pole’ toys – she’s the only cat I’ve lived with who likes them so much (I’ve collected 1/2 dozen for her so I can change the one we’re playing with often).
    I wish shelters would ask more question of owners surrendering cats, then pass what they learn about the cat along to a new owner. For e.g. Lucy does NOT like to eat the same thing every meal. But the shelter gave me a bag of food for her when I took her home — six cans all of the same Friskies and a bag of kibble. Wrong! Not what she will eat. She doesn’t want any kibble at all. (Good; I don’t have to wean her off it.) I guess she must have eaten those to avoid going hungry, but…? She has hyperthyroidism and was overweight!
    Each cat is special. The ones who have gone have made room for other cats who need the special love you can give.

  4. I hope this finds you and Ariel doing well. I enjoyed your story. A lot of the comments resonated with me too.
    I am Misty’s Mommy, and will always be. Our bond was strong from the beginning, almost 20 years ago. Can you believe that we were in the same building three times over a four month time period before we finally met? Misty was back and forth between foster care and the shelter, and had just returned to the shelter when we met. Everyone loved her! I was starstruck by her every one of our days. I couldn’t believe that I was so lucky as to have her. She never once hissed at me. Ever. And she was so pretty that people would just stop and admire her anywhere we went. But I always said the inside of her was even more beautiful.
    Misty has been gone for a little over a month. On the very same day, I adopted a kitten. I met the kitten as Misty was having the catheter put in her. She was so out of it. But when I showed her a picture of me and the kitten, she acted like she recognized her. Then for the first time, Misty actually began to let go, as if she knew I’d be safe with the new kitten.
    But it is just not the same. I always told Misty I’d never get another cat, but if I did I would tell the new kitten how deficient it was compared to Misty. Sadly, I have told the kitten this. The kitten is sweet and always licks my face when I’m missing Misty and always watches videos of Misty with me. The kitten really tries. To make it worse, the poor kitten only has 3 legs and was abandoned by its own cat mom before her even eyes opened. I feel so bad icing out the kitten. It’s not always though. I can’t get rid of her either. Not now. I really don’t like to say it, but the kitten, in my opinion (and even her foster mom’s opinion) is ugly. I would never put pictures of her on social media, if I ever log in again. It’s kind of embarrassing to go from a beauty queen like Misty to this kitten. But it’s not just the looks. It’s the personality of the kitten. She is sweet but she’s just not Misty. I can just see how Misty would have rolled her eyes at some of the things the kitten does.
    I will never get over Misty.

    • I am sorry for your loss. But maybe it’s ok to let the kitten in, it doesn’t mean you love Misty any less. The new kitty isn’t a replacement and isn’t really supposed to be. It sounds like Misty felt comforted that you had a fuzzy companion so you wouldn’t feel alone. There’s a reason that kitty is in your life, I hope you can give it a place in your heart. It sounds like it’s beauty is within.

  5. Thank you for this article. My best friend of 15 years passed away last December due to cancer. My siamese Cleo has been with me since I was a kid and I loved her with everything I had, and still do. The first months were brutal. Everytime I saw something that reminded me of her I bursted out crying. After a while I started watching cat videos and began to find them calming again. That was when I knew I was getting ready to move on. A few days later I saw on facebook a friend’s half-siamese had just given birth to 4 adorable kittens. I thought it was kind of destiny since i really wanted a half-siamese, looking enough like Cleo to share a conection but not identical. The Kitten is turning 8 weeks and coming home in a few weeks.
    I am very excited but I ‘m going through waves of grief again and I was wondering if maybe I wasn’t ready. It’s nice seeing other people experiencing the same. After all I don’t think I could ever stop being a little sad for losing my girl. But that phrase “Love doesn’t die. It multiplies. If anything, your previous cat would like to see you happy and giving a good home to a fellow feline.” really made me feel more sure.

    Thank you 🙂

    • I think it’s normal to feel more of your grief again as you prepare to welcome your new kitten home. The act of opening your heart to another cat also means that you’ll feel everything more intensely, including your residual grief.

  6. I have just adopted another cat after losing my sweet beloved Ragdoll cat ( Dolly ) at the end of summer & was absolutely devastated for weeks after & still miss her terribly and I agree & relate 100% to what you have just said that once you adopt a new cat it hits you that the old one isn’t coming back & is gone forever & it feels like the grief has come back again , I know I just need to get used to the new kitty as she is very affectionate & loving but it is the little things that remind me of Dolly & getting all her toys & kitty accessories that used to belong to her that has brought it all back . I Just hope I am not being unfair to Phoebe ( The new cats name ) in still missing Dolly .

  7. I am grateful for finding this article, my buddy Neo passed away at 16 years old in May from liver cancer. It was the hardest thing I ever had to go through. I found him when he was just 4 weeks old and he was the runt of the litter. I had just gotten out of the military and moved in with my parents until I can get settled in to civilian life. The first day I wanted to take him in but my family was not to keen on the idea, then 3 days later he was in one of our raccoon traps with his sibling and we took both in and put them in our screen room. His sibling escaped but he didnt, he stayed I think we both knew we wanted to be together. When he was around 10 i adopted a 3 year old Calico to keep him company and all was great. Unfortunately Neo passed from Liver cancer in May and it nearly broke me, but unfortunately it did break his sister Emma as she passed on August 7th and we have no idea from what. My heart has been broken twice in 4 months. Anyway I had to got to Petco a 2 weeks ago and a Calico who looked so sad was the only cat not being looked at by people to looking to adopt. I felt I had to inquire but was conflicted as I felt I was betraying my cats who just passed so I left. When I got home I realized I was given the wrong bag by the cashier so I went back and saw the cat again so this time I did inquire and they said she got adopted but if it fell through to leave my number and they would call. Low and behold it fell through and I was called and Meme will be arriving tomorrow. The only reason I feel okay about this is I dont think it was a coincidence that it fell through and my Neo and Emma are sending me this cat to help me get over my losses.

    • I’m so sorry about Neo and Emma, Michael. That’s an awful lot of loss in a short time. I’m glad you will now have Meme to help heal your heart. It sounds like it was meant to be, and I have no doubt that Neo and Emma had a paw in orchestrating this.

  8. I am so glad I found this article. I just lost my baby kitten, Leo, early July. He was 11 months old. When I rescued him, he was 8 weeks old and had a bad case of fleas. A friend of a friend had kittens she was giving away, and I thought I would take him home before he got scooped up. So, I took him home and introduced him to my 6 year old black cat, Singer. While they never acted like besties, I always caught them playing or bathing one another. Singer didn’t want me to know he really liked Leo!

    A few months into my life with Leo, I noticed he was bleeding from his mouth. After countless blood tests and a round of prednisone, my vet told me it was a fluke from his surgery, and all seemed well since February.

    We went to my parents house for a week-long vacation (my brother LOVES my cats so I try to bring them with me when I visit), and when we arrived I noticed Leo was breathing funny. I called my vet, and we began the 40 minute trek back to my town. Leo got rapidly worse and started coughing up blood and panting. He passed in his carrier in my lap on the way to the vet.

    The vet still doesn’t know what happened. She thinks he had a pre-existing condition, possibly from the fleas, that caused his body to give out and his lungs to fill with blood.

    Even though I experienced a traumatic loss, I know Leo would want me to open my heart and home to other homeless cats.

    Currently, Singer and I are spending our time bonding and moving on, but I do have plans to start a search for his new sibling in a few weeks. I am a teacher, and I know that Singer is happier during the school year when he has a sibling around.

    Leo was my baby boy. We spent all of our time together cuddling and playing. He was the sweetest little boy I had ever met. He will forever be in my heart, but my love for him will just help me give another homeless cat their forever home ❤️

  9. I am apparently out on my own in this. I so appreciated your article, as I sit here 7 months after my baby boy soulmate passed on to be with the Lord. The night after he passed I went to the laundromat and suffering terrible guilt because I blamed myself and the 6 vets I never should’ve listen to, I just kept crying my eyes out while driving, talking to my baby boy. Instantly as if by an act of God Himself, my boy’s exact twin walked out into the road and strutted. I was in shock and stopped my car, and whipped out my phone and began recording. Unable to believe my eyes, no cat I had ever seen was such an exact clone of my boy. He strutted off into the woods after giving me a Meow. I searched the internet for another clone. 2 weeks later, I couldn’t stand the silence anymore. I have never been married & have no kids. I couldn’t stop crying and wanted to die. I adopted a pure white cat with a grey cap on her head. You’d think my story would end with falling in love. But I only feel adoration for her sometimes. To me, she is not “cute”. I feel cold. Then I feel evil for having thoughts that she doesn’t melt me like my baby boy did. I call her my baby, but I don’t trust her. She’s bitten me multiple times, out of nowhere. She is sweet & warm and randomly snaps her head around and panics and bites. I instantly felt she’s got a mental problem. She stares at the ceiling and acts abnormal. I know cats, and she isn’t normal. It’s as if she’s not balanced. She was found with a collar on and I got her from SPCA. I often wish I could find her previous owner so I could feel good about returning her back to where she came from. Someone got a collar on her. She won’t allow me to put one on her but yet she was found with one.

    I am not the same since my boy died. I feel warm sometimes toward “the princess” but mostly dead inside. A part of me is gone and his death changed me forever. I never spent a day in 12 years without him. He was bit by a tick. A month later he had an ear infection and was administered Convenia after drops didn’t work. He immediately went downhill. I researched and found a Facebook page where thousands lost their very healthy pets after Convenia was administered. I will never forgive myself for letting that Vet stick him with that needle. If it was tick illness he had, he never would’ve been able to be given doxycycline. 6 vets later I was told he was dying of anemia. The 6th vet knew I’d taken my baby to 5 vets prior. I now can’t shake that he wanted the euthanasia money from me, knowing I was out of money and at a loss. It was the worst day of my life. I can’t really move on. I can’t forgive the Vets. I can’t forgive Zoetis who manufactures that death shot. I can’t forgive myself for cutting my baby’s life short at only 12. He was perfectly healthy before and I do not believe that 1 tick, the only one he had ever had in his life, killed him. But I cannot prove it. I never got the autopsy so I don’t have proof of why he passed. Hence, I see my new girl and I feel as though I’m just “babysitting” her for a time, like, a really good babysitter. She will never replace him. I hate myself for my coldness that I still feel when she bites me and I wish I never got her. I wanted one exactly like him. His clone. I find out that cat I saw that night lives up the street. I’m angry that the family allows him to run loose in the dangers of the traffic. I want to figure out a way to trap him and take him, and bring him to safety. I’m just being honest. The people don’t deserve to have that beautiful cat if they care so little that they’ll let him roam on a main road in the middle of the night alone, in the cold November air. I want him. He showed up when I was broken. I offered them money and they refused. Yet they carelessly let him roam in front of cars. So no. My story is not the happy one. It’s the unfinished one and no matter how awful I sound, I will never feel at ease until one exactly like him is lying in my arms. And ladies, please stop telling people not to get “clones”. German Shepherd lovers do it every time they lose one… They go get the exact same dog. Rottweiler owners, same thing. If dog owners can do it, no one will tell me what I need to feel at least somewhat, like I no longer want to not live without my boy.

    • Dear sera, your article left me in tears and i dont feel that u r out of line in how u feel. My mom recently had her cat killed by the neighbor’s dogs while she desperately tried to save her, getting biten also. That was over a year ago and she is still determined to find an exact replica of her beloved 21lb female orange w white paws, Katie. And i have spent hours helping her w that mission. Basically what im saying is i dont have a solution, but my heart goes out to u and i totally understand.

  10. Thank you for this article. On August 20, my beautiful soulmate little boy Jonah died of lymphoma at 10 years old. All of my prior cats lived into their late teens and early 20s; none ever died of cancer. Jonah’s cancer was diagnosed in May; we went immediately to an oncologist and began chemo & steroid therapies.

    While I was shocked at his diagnosis, I was happy to hear that many cats respond well to treatment for lymphoma. Unfortunately, Jonah’s was a very unusual lymphoma, concentrated in his brain & sinuses. It progressed quite quickly and he began having seizures…a very frightening experience for both of us. It was such an emotional time and then my heart just broke when he died. I still cry over him daily; I honestly never knew I could miss someone this much.

    Random circumstances brought a new kitten into my life *less than a week* after Jonah’s death. I went with it because historically, cats have found me at just the right time. Although it didn’t feel right, I decided to have faith. Having Jonah’s things all around me was so difficult, I figured I couldn’t possibly feel worse.

    The baby’s name is Elijah and he’s a beautiful, sweet little boy. While I was very happy to have him, it was really a lot of feelings at once…happiness, grief, guilt…you name it. I just let myself feel everything. I had such a strong bond with Jonah; sometimes Elijah’s presence *did* make me feel worse…of course I haven’t bonded with him in the same way yet and he was often a reminder of how much I’d lost. I didn’t like that feeling, but I did my best to not judge the things I felt.

    I’m still doing that now…trying to acknowledge all of my feelings and be at peace with this process, but I’m also getting to know Elijah for the beautiful individual he is and finding him delightful. There are definitely times when I compare his behaviors with Jonah’s and feel disappointment when they’re not the same. Regardless, the balance has begun to favor happiness and love over grief and loss; I have faith that will continue into the future.

    • Thank you for sharing your experience, Stephanie. I’m glad Elijah found you and helped you through grieving Jonah and opening your heart again.

  11. I remember when I was thinking of adopting again after Jiji died. He had died in October and it was around January or February I was thinking of adopting but I noticed my anxiety kept getting worse at the idea of adopting and I thought I should wait a bit as I wasn’t quite ready. One of my friends adopted two cats from a local rescue and was told there would be kittens available soon (kitten season) I had my heart set on some beautiful tabbies but this rescue does first come, first served and I was given the choice of a different litter’s last two. Two tuxedos, one boy and one girl. At first I was disappointed as I wanted a tabby and had never considered anything else. But I was awestruck at the female kitten’s photo. I choice her having never met her. She was an absolute sweetheart from day one! She has a great bond with all of us, and our special bond involves lot of bedtime snuggles and cuddles. I was the only one that was ever able to bond with Jiji so that’s a big change right there. We have different rules for the new kitten, I don’t allow her out unless someone is home and never at night, she also has a less interest in going outside than her departed brother. Her birthday is in February too, it was almost like my being was telling me it wasn’t quite time yet in February as our baby wasn’t ready to join us. I’m so happy we have her now.

  12. The picture of a beautiful tabby cat, Rori, was in our neighborhood online newsletter. Six months prior to that time, our beloved tabby Tizzy died. I vowed we would not have any more cats. However, I could not get Rori’s image out of my mind, and I called. Her owner was days from taking her to a local shelter, so we added another tabby to our family. Having a cat again gives our home the feeling of completeness! After Rori joined us, she showed signs of hyperthyroidism. She responded well to treatment, but then she showed beginning signs of kidney problems. This is well managed with diet. We are into our second year of “Life with Rori”, and she is our constant companion – no regrets even with the unexpected problems with which we are dealing.

  13. Loved the story of adopting Ariel. I rescue cats and have our cremation for animals, called Paws in Heaven, on speed dial. I have thought often about putting an album of cats needing a home there for people that have lost theirs. Wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate. As I deal with so many and sadly lose a few a year, I never get very long to mourn as so many more need me. What do you the think? Wonder if they had your book there or a pamphlet to help those that are hurting and may hopefully save another feline. Maybe a copy of your story could help me save more cats here.

    • Hi Debbie – I’m a firm believer that each person (and their time frame to adoption, and the reasons for that) is unique. If I’m reading your comment correctly, I see two separate, valid issues here: 1) helping people process their loss, and 2) wanting to find homes for rescues. Comforting people with the intention of convincing them to adopt might backfire (some people might experience that as pressure.) However, you’re welcome to refer people to this post.

      • Thanks. I agree they may not be ready, hence your article or book to help those who choose to read it. If I can figure out how, can I make copies to leave at Paws in Heaven? And it would be up to them if they choose to take one or look at an album. I’m sure they would not want to think about choosing a new kitty immediately. But maybe they will remember it’s there and when they are ready they will look.

  14. I am the one that adopts the day of or the day after I lose one of my cats. I usually have two and usually adopt a kitten. This last time I lost my beloved Stuart, I adopted a 4 year old cat. This was a completely different experience and took both of us a few months to adjust. Winston (I changed his name to that) had been taken to his vet to be euthanized because his previous owners said he was aggressive. I suspect they had a child they allowed to terrorize him. Winston can be snarky but he is not aggressive. After about 4 months of telling him I was not going throw him away, we both bonded with one another. He and my other cat, Bradley get along fine; they are not buddies like Bradley and Stuart were but they are friendly.

    I agree that you need to let another cat into your life – you need the love and so do they!

  15. We lost our 16 year cat, Itty Bitty. We have adopted a kitten (Snooky) and the bond was instant!!! It very much lessened the pain of losing Itty Bitty!

  16. Don’t forget the seniors! I adopted a cat (who is sleeping on my bed now) when she was 12. She was headed for the death chamber because she was in such bad shape no one wanted her when she just had to have a new home. I had met her and knew she was social, very affectionate, very sweet. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being killed because no one wanted her. With good care (including a good vet) she’s made it to 15 and is looking very healthy and pretty.
    I spent a year making friends with a feral cat who turned out to be the feline love of my life. He moved into my home and my heart and we had 13 years together. He developed CHF and died last Nov. I will always miss him. But Bennie, the rescued girl, has been a great comfort. She is such a loving companion, I don’t know how I would have got thru the first months after Boo’s death without her.
    So often there are senior cats needing homes, waiting unhappily in shelters. I encourage people who find themselves needing some new love in their homes to at least meet and consider older cats. Kittens are fun, of course, but older cats can be a lot of fun, too. And one senior cat doesn’t usually need a play companion.

  17. I very much relate to this story. When our kitty, Marmalade died on my late husband’s birthday, we knew we needed a companion for our other kitty, Cholla. The buddy system had worked well for us all. I had my heart set on a calico, and when a local shelter found a box of abandoned ones, Zoe stood out as the one! Turned out she was most likely born on the day Marmy had died. In any case, she is the most wonderful kitty ever! Still healthy, except for some arthritis, and will be 20 in January. <3

  18. Thoughtful post, thank you. I wasn’t in a hurry to adopt again after caring for two cats in the process of leaving in less than three years. After all, we had one cat left, young, healthy and good company. But after we returned from a short trip and our cat sitter reported that Mickey Mouser hid the entire time, we decided he needed a companion. I knew he liked laid-back male cats, so my search was based on my cat’s desires, not ours. We heard about a young cat who had been scooped up in a TNR operation. He turned out to be in poor health but very loving, certainly not feral. Once he recovered, he was anything but laid-back! Rufus the Red wasn’t the cat we were looking for, but he turned out to be the perfect cat for us.

  19. I had developed an incredible bond with my first kitty, Abby, a gray doll-faced Persian I actually found at the local shelter! For 9 years we had each other, and then kidney failure took her from me. To say I was devastated is an understatement. I thought that I could never go through such pain again. But coming home to an empty house was even worse, so 3 days later I went to a local shelter, and believe it or not, there was another Persian, a tortie, whom I immediately adopted! From then on I’ve never been without a kitty at home. And I know those that have preceded me across the Bridge would approve of my giving another homeless little creature a forever home.

  20. I’ve always had more than one cat so when one died I had another to take care of. The hardest and scariest thing is that I have lost 3 cats two years apart each. This year I’m on that 2nd year and I am so vigilant with the remaining two. You never forget the one who left and took a piece of your heart.

  21. Four months after we lost Pono, we came across Lulu at an adoption event. We didn’t plan on adopting a kitten that day but she just seemed to pick my husband that day and he couldn’t walk away. We often think she might be Pono’s reincarnation because she has so many traits (mostly the naughty ones) that Pono had. But she really had brought a lot more love to our house and we are smiling again.

  22. LOVE LOVE your article !
    You know ? my mom used to try to talk to her friend. He lost two kitties, then he never ever want to adopt any again. my mom tried to talk so many times, so many years so we will send your link to him =^x^=

  23. I have lived with cats for as long as I remember, so I have departed from a lot of them. Never had a doubt about welcoming home another one when the moment comes. We need time to mourn, and we never forget the former feline companions, -each one unique, kind of magic all of them- but knowing us or not, there is always another kitten ready to walk into our lives around the corner.

  24. Thank you! I was devastated by the sudden death of my beautiful Sylvie.

    I miss her still.

    I was overwhelmed by tortitude and Esme- different personality but I feel she chose me.

    3 legs do not hold her back- she is purring next to me as I type- I am so thankful for both of these beautiful girls.

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