I had to have my cat put to sleep on Saturday. I am going through a hard time finding acceptance and peace of mind. I feel utterly bereft. It was her time to go though. I remember in the early days coming home from hospital and she would curl her body around the top of my head as I lay in bed. I'd had a subarachnoid haemorrhage, felt extremely poorly. I'm not sure if grief is exaggerated with having a bi or not, or whether it just marks the end of an era. I never expected to feel so grief stricken. Can anyone identify?