I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. Storm was obviously much loved.
I’m having a hard time dealing with this, because she was always near me in the house, everywhere I went. my little black shadow is gone. No more head scratches and belly rubs, claws in my thigh to get my attention, no more cat conversation when I’m in the bathroom, and no more whiskers in the face wake ups.
I would hold her in the crook of my arm and stoke her fur when it was bedtime; she would get up when I fell asleep and move to the bottom of the bed and wait for me to get up again. I am so used to it that now every time I hear a noise i look up expecting to see her. Every shadow is now empty, as she would blend in so well that the only way to see her was the reflection from her eyes.
It’s going to be difficult for me to get over her and maintain some interest in life. I don’t know what to do.
I’m so sorry. How old was she?
She was only six years old.
I was despondent for weeks. It’s a process. I’m pulling through; you will too. If you want to talk, send me a message any time.
She was a beautiful kitty and she was so lucky to have you.
I’m so sorry for your loss, Hermit. It sounds to me like she had a happy life and home with you. I had to let my 18-year-old shadow, Noodle, go to lymphoma in November. I’ve lost two other cats before him, and I still have three others in the house, but Noodle was my heart. I was his and he was always on me, next to me, or following me from room to room. I love my other kitties, but this guy was different. He was my first cat, I brought him home when he was six, after being in another home for five years and getting returned to the shelter. We bonded instantly, and he was napping on my chest within an hour of getting him home. We were that close for the next 12 years.
So, my reason for telling you this, is that I hope I can convey that I might know a little bit how you’re feeling. And I’m sorry. I still find myself crying into my pillow (not every night, but more often than I would have thought before he was gone) when I go to bed and he’s not curling up into my armpit. It was his spot, every night, and he would fuss and pace and tap at the covers until I assumed the position so we could go to sleep with him purring softly.
Let yourself mourn her loss. It hurts, and it sucks to cry and feel sad, but allow yourself to feel that way, it’s okay, and it just happened so of course you’re still felling everything fresh and it’s weird and the house doesn’t feel the same. I can’t say it will get all better, but you will adjust, and sometimes backslide into mourning again, but it will get farther and farther between. Just probably not for a while yet. We’re here for you. I think Shayna said it better, sorry I’m not good at these. 
That’s so young. When I had to put my girl Frieda down, she was 15, so I had been preparing for it mentally for some time and it was still terrible. 6 is not nearly old enough. I took Frieda to a veterinarian, and a couple of days later they sent me her paw print on a card. I had no idea they would do that and it hit me hard, but I put the card under my mattress where she usually slept and it was surprisingly helpful. If you had a token of hers, maybe keeping it in a special place just for Storm could be helpful to you, too.
Thinking about her again. I just did the dishes, and remembered how much she loved watching me. She would stand on the counter and watch, apparenty fascinated by the water.
I can’t seem to keep busy enough.
I am so sorry for your loss. We lost our cat Ashes suddenly so I truly empathize. Her passing left me without a cat for the first time since 1997. We didn’t feel ready for a new cat so we took in some foster kittens from the ASPCA for 6 weeks and they’ve been a pleasure. It something you can consider, if it feels right.
There are a number of hotlines specifically for pet loss if you feel you would like to talk to someone about it. There’s a whole list of toll-free and local numbers here:
For good or bad, my wife just brought home an orphaned 8 month old kitty. it’s a rather large tabby, grey with a cream highlight. She doesn’t like the other cats here on sight, but she is friendly enough with people. Right now she is asleep on the couch.
She had her shots and is fixed, and the people who were taking care of her bought a cat carrier, a bed, and an electric heater for her, along with some good food and treats. I have all this now, and I’m just waiting for her to let me show her to the litter box.
I have something to do now, but i still miss my cat. Nothing will truly replace Storm.