Every Death is a New Beginning

I really don't know how to put this, but my cat died recently. I had no idea until today, actually. He died on Thursday, October 2...the day after my birthday, the same day I originally got him in the first place when I was six years old. My mom told me today because she didn't want to ruin my trip in California. I am actually really upset about this, but on a better note something new was born today, lucky for that person.
I try not to think about it, but I can't help it. What can I say, I grew really attached to that cat. The ironic thing is, I recently started to tell myself not to get attached to anything, because it will lead to heartbreak and disappointment. Everything, and I mean everything, will end up leaving you in the end, trust me. It's sad to say, but nothing lasts forever. I guess this is it, though. There is nothing I can really do about death, right? I can't make him return from the dead and I can't replace him either because there is no one else like him out there.
Cats to me are like people. I actually would rather put up with cats than people. They each have their own personality and are all different. That cat meant so much to me. If you do not own a cat, you will not understand how I feel, but if you do, you can't tell me otherwise. I guess the whole point of this blog was for even me to realize how surprising the world really is...