Life has no meaning. It's depressing

I lost my cat this week. And it greatly accentuated an existential crisis already underway.

There you go, he died. He had to be cremated. And after?

Is it over? Forever ? I will never see him again?

We are there bustling around, studying, working, etc. To see our loved ones die and die ourselves.

What is it for? We don't even know if there is anything after death. Maybe it's a total end, we no longer exist.

Everything is depressing. We actually suffer too much. Yes, there are plenty of moments of happiness but so much unhappiness.

We have a developed consciousness which allows us to suffer (nostalgia, melancholy, anxiety...), great.

Brief. I don't see any magic in this world anymore. There are reports of near-death experiences that give me some hope, but otherwise...

Everyone has their own beliefs and opinions: reincarnation, nothingness, paradise, parallel universe.

But we actually know nothing. And maybe it's just the end of everything once you die.

When my cat was euthanized, his eyes were still open. I don't know, I didn't see anything special. Okay, we don't usually see a soul coming out of the body but I don't know. It was just... Sad. Like the definitive end.

So. Great life. All that for that