Unsure - Wouldn't Mind Some Advice, I don't know if this is the right area for this... Options

[Sammysdad]

This is sort of about a new beginning. One that might happen. But I am not sure where else to put this. Sorry if this is not the right place for this topic.

Not even two weeks ago, we lost our boy, Sammy. He was such a joy of a cat. He was only three years old, and had never been sick. In fact, he had just been at the vet the week before, and got a clean bill of health. The afternoon of the Sunday before last (Superbowl Sunday, actually) I came home from running an errand for about half an hour, and found him dead. I have no idea what happened to my poor little boy. He appeared perfectly fine when I left. I am still grief stricken, of course. But managing. Still, I look to see him every day when I come home, and of course he is not there. It's still just a shock. Anyway, long story slightly shorter, we have learned of an older cat who belonged to a lady who died a few months ago. Her family is preparing to sell her house, where her cat still lives. The daughter comes over a couple times a day, and feeds and plays with the cat. They would like a good home for him, and through friends, relatives, etc. we were put in touch with them. Tonight we met this cat. He's 8, and has clearly been through a lot. Very frightened of us, but I could tell he was a sweet boy. I'd love to take him, but I am so unsure about whether I am ready. How do you know if you are ready? How long is the "right" time to wait? I know I won't ever forget Sammy, but I wonder if this is rushing it. My partner is ready. He loved Sammy, but he is one of those people who is totally practical in all things: he loved the cat, the cat died, he misses the cat = solution: get a cat. I don't want to say no, but I don't want to feel like I'm trying to set aside my feelings for the sweet cat we just lost that I'm still working through. So...what do you all think?

[PucksMom]

Hey.... I lost my 3.5 year old Puck in January. It's terrible to lose one so young and unexpectedly. My Puck was alive and well, but within two days, he declined to the point that I had to let him go. I thought I would die too, that little boy had such a piece of my soul.
Listen to your heart. Just a week after I lost my little guy, I brought home a new one. I knew he needed me, and even though I wasn't sure I was ready for him, he really did help. And what better way to honor his memory than to give another kitty in need the life that he enjoyed so much? Puck's loss left such a hole in my life, and in Batman's life too. Clark was not real civilized when I got him. All he wanted to do was hide in the cabinet under my kitchen sink.
But within a week the little bugger had warmed up to me and was playing with Bats and getting tickles. He's part of the family now, even though I miss Puck every day.