I came home from work on Friday to find my baby had passed away. Whenever I walk through the front door, he would always greet me (mainly because it was dinner) time. But he didnt. I searched the flat and found him lying down. I instantly new that something was wrong. But the gravity of the situation didnt hit me. He looked so peaceful. I stupidly thought I could do something to save him. We had a post mortem and he had fluid and blood in his lungs. The vet assured us it would've been quick.
I just can't get over this. I dont feel like I'll ever be ok again. I can't eat, I can't sleep. Everything reminds me of him. He was so much more than a cat. I live alone and he was my companion.
Everyone it saying it takes time and it will get easier. I just can't understand how he was fine in the morning, we played had a cuddle and now he's gone.
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