a personal / emotional vent

hey so ive been more active on here lately and i gotta get out some emotions and theyre not too horrible but i just need an outlet & im gonna use this. don't read if you don't want to :D

so my mom took my cats back to the shelter after 2 1/2 years of owning them. without my permission, while i was at my dad's house in quarantine since my covid test was positive. they're black cats, brothers, and we got them when they were about 2 months old. i've been raising them for as long as anything has been relevant in my life. their names are twinkle and bandit. (yes i named bandit after bandit way)

https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/741774642909413509/795965102268350504/twinkle_and_bandit.jpg?width=676&height=644

bandit is on the left and twinkle is on the right. i feel so distraught. i checked the shelter and they're unavailable. i feel so lost without them. every time i come home i expect them to come running to my door. but it never happens. it's like they've been snatched from me. im so broken without them. "but it's just a pet-" no. they were more than pets. they've saved my life in ways that most pets don't. i needed them and i still do. i just hope that they're happy, because i know i'm not.