We adopted Vegas just over 10 years ago from Cats Protection, to join his previously adopted sisters Nala & Simba. Vegas was supposed to be my wife’s cat as the other two sort of bonded with me, but to her annoyance Vegas and I soon became inseparable.
People often refer to dogs as mans best friend, but I can hand on my heart say that Vegas was utterly brilliant. Whenever I needed company or a cuddle, there he was. We’ve spent many an evening with him curled up on my chest whilst I game on the PlayStation, or watch a movie. And that was our thing. He wanted to feel secure and so did I.
Vegas was around when my mum passed away, along with other times when I desperately needed some love. He never turned me away. It was always unconditional and I loved him for that.
Today it feels like a piece of me has been stolen, never to be seen again. My best friend who needed me just as much as I needed him has gone. I feel broken, empty and lost.
Selfishly things aren't great right now with my CPTSD and Vegas has always been there for me. I guess this is normal and it will take time to get my head round things but it hurts more than I can put in to words right now.
Sleep tight little man and thank you xx