A Therian's Diary | Sabertooth Cat Edition | 🐅

Today I feel heavy. Like something ancient inside me is stirring, aching. We watched a video about sabertooth cats, and it left me feeling mournful in a way I can’t quite explain. That life—my life—feels so far away, like a dream I can barely remember. But the sadness is real.

I think I died in tar. That memory is faint, but it clings to me. I can almost feel the slow sinking, the struggle, the stillness. It’s not just the death that hurts—it’s the time that’s passed since. Everything feels wrong now. The air is too hot, the world too loud. I don’t belong in this time. I miss the cold, the wild, the quiet.

I don’t remember much about being a sabertooth cat. It’s the theriotype I feel least connected to, but somehow the grief is still there. Like I’m mourning a version of myself I never got to say goodbye to.

I wish I could go back. Not to change anything, just to remember. To feel the earth under my paws again. To know who I was.