I never really understood grief until my cat died. I was really upset when he passed away, and I found it difficult to deal with his death. But I know that he's now in a better place and I can move on.

That's when I locked eyes with my husband, Matt, on the dance floor and he gave me a reassuring hand squeeze. Suddenly, tears started welling up in my eyes as I thought about my cat, Pookie.



We had to say goodbye to our beautiful boy just days beforehand — clearly, things were still quite raw. The music festival we’d been at all weekend had proved a much-needed distraction until then, but it seemed a mention of ‘heaven’ in a song had brought me right back to grief.



I’d never felt it so debilitating and all-consuming before. Why wasn’t I able to just switch it off?



If you had told me prior to adopting my cat that I’d be crying on the dance floor over him, I’d have told you to get a grip. But I ended up loving him so deeply that – even before he passed away – I mourned the prospect of not having him in my life.



It’s the first time I have truly felt this response to loss. And it’s still completely debilitating a few weeks on.



We adopted Pookie from the Battersea Dogs and Cats Home in 2018 when Matt came across the profile of him on their website.



Pookie’s health was always at the back of my mind though. As soon as the volunteer opened the gate to his pen, he curiously poked his head out of the cubby hole. We slowly walked in, and within minutes he was up and coolly sauntering over to us.



Pookie then nudged my arm, inviting me to pat him. As I scratched his little head, he let out a tiny pur. That’s the moment I fell in love and knew we were taking him home with us.



Once we signed all the paperwork, paid his fee and were told about





He was loud, messy, boisterous and constantly purring - and we couldn't get enough of him.



As Belinda Carlisle animatedly jumped up and down on stage, the joyous crowd screamed along so loud it almost drowned her out.



'They say in heaven love comes first,' she sang to costume-clad music festival goers. 'We'll make heaven a place on Earth.'



That's when I locked eyes with my husband, Matt, on the dance floor and he gave me a reassuring hand squeeze. Suddenly, tears started welling up in my eyes as I thought about my cat, Pookie.



We had to say goodbye to our beautiful boy just days beforehand - clearly, things were still quite raw. The music festival we'd been at all weekend had proved a much-needed distraction until then, but it seemed a mention of 'heaven' in a song had brought me right back to grief.



I'd never felt it so debilitating and all-consuming before. Why wasn't I able to just switch it off?



If you had told me prior to adopting my cat that I'd be crying on the dance floor over him, I'd have told you to get a grip. But I ended up loving him so deeply that – even before he passed away – I mourned the prospect of not having him in my life.



It's the first time I have truly felt this response to loss. And it's still completely debilitating a few weeks on.



We adopted Pookie from the Battersea Dogs and Cats Home in 2018 when Matt came across the profile of him on their website.



Pookie's health was always at the back of my mind, but his list of problems grew longer and longer over time.



Once we signed all the paperwork, paid his fee and were told about his medical history - an irregular heartbeat and he'd just had all of his



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