Jul 16, 2020
3 min read
When Grief Looks and Feels Like Depression
When my cat died, I thought I was depressed
A few weeks ago, I had to put my 18-year-old cat, Yoshi, to sleep. Since then, I’ve been in mourning. All my coping mechanisms have disappeared, and the slightest thing — a picture, a smell, or even a clicking sound, will be a painful reminder he’s no longer here.
