I went back and forth with myself for a few days before finally deciding to post this. I am finding myself barely able to cope with this situation, and desperate to find others who may have experienced this.
A little over a month ago, I lost my cat in a sudden, unexpected, and tragic accident. My husband caused the accident. I can’t bring myself to describe what happened, but the entire event was over in under two minutes…I barely had time to pick up my cell phone to think of calling a vet. I was in complete shock for two hours, and I’ve never seen my husband cry so hard in all of the years I’ve known him.
I have lost pets before, but this experience has left me utterly heartbroken. She was a quirky cat, quite hostile to our other two cats, and didn’t let anyone pet her except me. She slept on top of me every night. I am left with a deep, aching sadness now that she is gone. I feel haunted by the endless list of “what ifs?” and “if only” thoughts.
What is hardest is that because the accident was so freak and so terrible, we have told very few people what actually happened…just a trusted friend, our minister, and our therapist. Most people think that she just passed suddenly (she was not old, only 8) and I just say “I’d rather not talk about it” if they asked what happened. Meaning, I’ve had to process a lot of this privately.
We are doing all the “right” things to help move forward…my husband and I are seeing our therapist, who has been wonderful. We buried her with all of her favorite things, in a beautiful spot in our backyard where the sunlight always dapples through the trees. We are communicating with each other about our grief and trying to be supportive of each other.
And yet, two nights ago I found myself searching the surface of our bedroom comforter looking for any of her fur that was left, and sobbing. There have been a few things that trigger the memory of what happened that night and I find myself out of breath, heart racing, and panicky. I feel resentful that the two other cats (who are closer to my husband) are still alive and healthy. I feel angry that I was cheated out of many more years with her, cheated out of letting her body decide when it was time to die (or asking me to help gently send her over the bridge). Most of all, I feel guilty. It was my responsibility to keep her safe and protected and healthy, and as the “if only I had” thoughts run through my mind constantly, I feel like I failed her.
Most days, I feel like a spinning top that has just begun to wobble and is on the verge of tipping over and careening out of control.
Has anyone else been in this situation? Does it ever get better?