4 years ago, I lost a cat I'd had since I was 16. He was beautiful, very chatty and we were inseparable. I was devastated, as you can imagine. A few weeks went by and I was looking at photos of Maine Coon's on Instagram, I believe it was, I googled the prices of the kittens, waaaaay out of my price range.
A little time had passed and I'd gone away for a week with my boyfriend at the time. When I walked into the living room, I was greeted by a kitten. While I was away, my sister had saw kittens on a Facebook group and showed my mother.
So they bought him. He's a cross between a tabby and a Maine Coon but he's perfect.
I know it's tough but hang in there, something good will come of the situation.