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In Remembrance of Sonu, The Golden Gaming Cat

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Put the spoiler cause of the little story I'm going to put down below.

Sonu came to me as a smol kitty when our neighbor informed us that our cat gave birth in their house. Sonu and I were very close and I was practically his mom (Cause his own mom stopped looking after him ever since he turned 3 months old).

He used to watch me game, would purr all the time and then when it would be time to sleep, He would meow outside my room until I took him in.

Unfortunately, Due to many unfortunate reasons (Primarily me not having my own house) We had to temporarily rehome him. But this lil mf travelled 10 KMs to come back to me! We decided to keep him this time. However just a month later he developed a new unknown disease that paralyzed him and despite being on meds and constant vet visits.. He passed away. Haven't been able to muster the courage to ever raise a cat again.. But I plan to one day! Especially with how much my kid loves them!

Do you have any gamer kitties or pets? If yes, Please show them. I'm really feeling down

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  3. I’m so sorry for your loss! I lost my Murphy who was my gaming cat buddy. I remember he would race me up the stairs to hop in bed with me while I played Demon’s Souls. The entire time he would lay on my lap and watch me while purring, falling asleep here and there. They really are special companions who are worth so much.

  6. I’m so sorry for your loss of lovely Sonu. It’s been three years since I lost my best friend Stevie. My one coping mechanism was Final Fantasy XIV. I hope Stevie’s story and some pictures will cheer you up (sorry for the incoming long ramble).

    Stevie had always been my best friend since we first met. My mother adopted him after her friends at the shelter needed an animal healthcare veteran to keep an eye on an injured, blind cat. Probably hit by a car. Or a blunt object. The ladies at the shelter named him after Stevie Wonder, the blind pianist. He was big. He was ginger. He was born with only one working eye and that had broken in his first year of life. He was blind, but he had sharp hearing and was wickedly clever. He taught himself how to open doors by sound alone. He liked sitting outside and just listening to the sounds of the birds. And snatch bugs from the air. But he always got into fights with mum’s other tomcat, and I finally found a place to live where I could keep pets. I had to build a cage around my balcony, as I live really high up. But I made it a safe place for a cat, especially a blind one. And we lived happily there together for many years.

    Stevie never meowed. Except one time when he tried to bury his droppings in the litterbox and got frustrated that he failed to do it properly with his blind head. All other times, he would sit on the chair next to me and if he wanted something, gently tap my shoulder with his paw. He would lay on my lap until I could not feel my legs. He would only get up for the next ice age, or until feeding time, whichever came first. He would come fetch me at bed time and tap my shoulder. He would always cuddle up to me in bed and use my leg as a pillow and hug me. He was one of the sweetest cats I’ve ever had and I was hoping it would last forever.

    I had already caught COVID-19 at the start of the pandemic in 2020 and Stevie was my one light and joy when I didn’t properly recover for months. He hit his 11th birthday that year and I had hopes he would live to maybe 14. But just after New Year 2021, he got sick. Really sick. I carried my best friend to the vet and authorised her to run every possible test on my best friend to discover what was wrong with him. I was worried maybe he somehow ate something bad and got poisoned. She called an hour later that it was much worse. He was indeed being poisoned… by kidney failure. I had seen several family cats go through that torment and months of life lining them with IVs and hoping they hang on a bit. And this was the first time in my life I would have to make the judgement call. And I did not want my friend to suffer like I had seen the others.

    I said goodbye that day and stayed with him. He was 11 years old and I returned home a broken shell. My family members got pushy and got me two new cats only weeks later, but things were not the same without my friend. It took me months to warm up to the newcomers. The only thing in life I was looking forward to in 2021 was the Endwalker expansion for Final Fantasy XIV. I wanted to see how the story ended.

    I took time off, the expansion got delayed, and I struggled with my poor health while not able to play yet. Endwalker came around and I had to work. Hard. And I got sick again. And it felt like a mixed blessing, being able to enjoy my game while feeling physically and mentally drained. But I had set my hopes for the expansion. And what an expansion it was. I cried so many times. I had spent 2021 gathering currency in game to buy the Tora-Jiro pet; a small ginger kitten that most resembled Stevie from all the in-game pets. And he was with me throughout all of Endwalker. And its story finally brought me closure, not only for the story that I loved so much, but it also helped me process the grief of the loss of my best friend. I was still not okay for weeks, but the next year, I am happy to say I was better. Much better.

    I hope you get through the grief and loss of your Sonu. It’s been three years for me now, and after a rough day at work and reading your post I just broke into tears for the loss of my own best friend again. But I have two wonderful rascals keeping me company in a different way and I love them all. And I hope you can find it in yourself to love another kitty friend again. Because there are so many that would love to spend their life with you!

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