I’m not sure why I’m even writing this as it can’t bring her back, but I think I need to get it all out for therapeutic purposes as I haven’t been able to express all my feelings to anyone in “real life” and it’s killing me inside. I don’t know how to keep moving forward.
Yesterday my mom found my 3-yo female cat laying on the floor of my bedroom. She was already gone. I was at work but received the call & rushed home to see her myself. I don’t know why. I couldn’t have done anything.
There were no signs of any issue. No injuries or illnesses. No toxic plants in my room. No chemicals she could have gotten into. We suspect it may have been a UTI that went untreated (we noticed very minor changes in her behavior but she’s always been a little odd so I didn’t think much of it.)
I feel empty inside.
She was my baby. Forgive me for humanizing her, but I’d never met another cat who was so outgoing and so sweet. She was everyone’s friend. She was the snuggliest little orange fuzzball. She stumbled into my life unexpected- I had a cat at the time and wasn’t looking for a second, but I happened to see her at PetSmart from a shelter and knew she was mine. I just knew she was supposed to come home with me.
I kept waking up last night thinking I heard her meow- she had a distinct chirp/squeak that made my heart melt. Had to keep reminding myself that she was gone.
I dropped her off to have a necropsy done this morning. I’ll get the preliminary results Monday.
She was only 3. We were supposed to have so many more years together. She deserved better. I know on some level it’s not my fault- even if I could go back in time, I wouldn’t know to do anything different. But if it was a UTI, why didn’t I take her odd behavior more seriously? If she was in pain, she hid it. Almost zero symptoms except for sleeping in weird places and one urinary accident in the house the day prior.
Why didn’t I pay more attention? If I had watched her more closely, if I had noticed something earlier this week & taken her to the vet, she could still be here. I keep expecting her to pop out from behind the couches, chirping in her little way.
I just miss her. She slept with me every night, resting her little head on my legs. I can’t imagine getting over this. It was so shocking and sudden and honestly feels so traumatic. My poor baby. She deserved so many more years. We weren’t supposed to say goodbye so soon.
I just don’t know what to do. I’m trying to act normal on the outside- my family knows I’m in pain though I don’t like showing it, so I’ve been trying to keep my mind off her.
But it’s bedtime. She should be here in bed with me, purring away, and she’s gone, and even though it wasn’t my fault I can’t stop blaming myself. I miss her so badly.