We lost our two cats , brother and sister, within a few weeks of each other during covid. He was the runt of the litter but grew into a fluffy monster, and at the age of 13 developed a huge tumor on his face. It grew very quickly and he was gone within weeks.
Then his sister developed a similar issue a couple of months later. It was awful, especially as we didn't get to say a proper goodbye it was more a case of dropping them at the door of the vet and saying goodbye during the pandemic.
Hated it. We got them when we first moved in together and it felt like the end of and era. We cleaned the house out and eventually sold up, not because of losing the pets but it certainly didn't feel like our home anymore.
Fast forward three years and my eldest had been banging on about getting a dog, and every excuse we had just seemed to fizzle away. Not enough room then we moved to a bigger house. Too expensive then she found the rspca rescue website. Of course she'll walk him and pick up the poop. And to be fair the cats helped her massively with panic attacks and pets can have a calming influence..
So I as a goodwill gesture applied for a little oddball the rspca had on their website, thinking no chance, they didn't even put if it was suitable for living with kids of primary school age. The next day they called me and said we could go and meet him, they'd observed him via a foster career for a fortnight and he was perfect for a young family, and a week later he was in our house permanently. Now of course it's me who has to walk him twice daily, me who has to buy the fresh chicken for his sensitive tummy, and me he cuddles up to so he's my pal first and foremost. But in the back of your mind it's always there, every bond you make will be gone soon. Is it better to have loved and lost? I suppose it depends where you are on the curve.