07/17/2025
Back in April, my beloved soul cat, Magellan, walked over the rainbow bridge. Unexpectedly and out of the blue, he was gone.
I had the honor of loving Magellan for 13 years: years filled with companionship, cuddles, laughter, and a gentle spirit that saw me through some of the most transformative seasons of my life. He watched me grow into the woman I’m still becoming. He met the love of my life. He welcomed his little brother, Linguini. And I’ll forever be grateful for that.
Somehow I blinked, and it’s July. But in my heart, it still feels like the day after he passed like I’m waiting to wake up from a bad dream. I miss his meows, his warmth, his presence. I miss sitting on the patio together, watching him take in the world with such peaceful stillness. He was magic.
Grief like this has been a powerful, humbling teacher. It isn’t linear. Some days I feel like myself, and some days I don’t. I’m learning to honor that.
To my family and friends who’ve shown me grace, patience, and compassion through this season—thank you. Thank you for holding space for the kind of loss that can’t always be seen, but is felt in every fiber. Thank you for loving me even when my light feels dimmer.
Magellan, my sweet boy - thank you for every moment. I will carry you with me, always. And when it’s my time to cross that bridge, I know you’ll be there waiting. I can’t wait to hold you again and hear your purrs.
Until then, I’ll keep loving like you taught me to - with gentleness, grace, and compassion because you reminded me that everyone deserves that, in every season of their life.
