Our cat, Nunki. She’s 9 years old, and still going strong! But I cherish every day with her.
You may be surprised at the pain and grief you feel when your cat dies. These ways to cope with the loss of your cat are from pet lovers who have felt your pain.
“Grief can’t be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his own burden, his own way.” ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh.
The sadness you feel when your cat dies can’t be shared and is yours alone. But, it can help to read about how others mourned their cats’ deaths. Here, pet lovers share tips for coping with cat loss — these tips may not take away the pain, but at least they’ll help you see you’re not alone.
If it makes you feel better to know you’re note alone, read Letting Go of an Animal You Love. In it, I share 75 ways to cope with the loss of a pet from veterinarians, pet loss experts, grief counselors, and cat lovers. If you’re struggling to cope with grief because your cat died, you may find comfort there.
And here are several tips for healing from cat lovers who experienced the pain of their kitty’s deaths.
4 Ways to Cope With Grief and Loss When Your Cat Dies
Everyone deals with their pet’s death in different ways. These stories from people who loved and lost their cats may help you heal…
Share memories about your cat with people who knew him or her
“As a child, we were encouraged to talk about the pet and remember him or her,” says cat lover Pam Vetter. “Pets are family members and have important roles in our lives. Whenever a frog, lizard, parakeet or guinea pig has died in our house over the last 14 years since my kids were born, we’ve held a mini-funeral in the backyard. We bury the pet, put a rock marker on top, and share our memories about the pet. The time together serves to recognize the pet’s role in our lives. My kids are encouraged to share their memories about our lost pets.”
Give yourself time to heal after your cat dies
“There is no single formula to saying good-bye when your cat dies,” says Dan. “Healing takes place over time. The loss of a pet is the loss of someone you loved, and when anything you loved is abruptly taken away from you, there is no substitute. Four years ago, my cat Peep disappeared without a trace. I live in an exclusive suburb of Los Angeles in the hills. It’s often you have wild life and predators roaming at night. I was sick with some dental problem and when I came home from pharmacy at 9 pm, I couldn’t locate both my cats…one of then came home and the other didn’t.” – Dan Tanner
Welcome another cat into your home – when you’re ready
“Last January we had to have our beloved cat, Janvier, put down,” says cat lover Jessica. “He was suffering from renal failure, and the treatment would have crushed his spirit and terrified him, so we made the hardest decision of our lives. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss having my first baby around. It’s pathetic, but we haven’t even gotten rid of his kitty litter (it’s clean!) or his leftover food. I still think I can hear him puttering around at night. We have two young children and insanely busy lives, so we haven’t adopted a new cat yet. We feel like we wouldn’t be able to give him or her enough attention at this time, which would just not be fair. I really believe that having a new kitten would help us survive our cat’s death. I also think that bringing a new pet into our lives would help us honor Janvier, by constantly reminding us of the cute and funny things he used to do. So I hope that one day soon-ish, we’ll open our homes to a new pet both to help heal our hearts and so our children know the joy a cat can bring to a home.”
Rescue an abandoned kitten or cat
“I had my multi-coloured white and ginger cat, Penny, for 8 wonderful years,” says Cynthia. “Her death was sudden. She seemed to be losing weight to a point until she appeared too thin, so I took her in to the vet’s and got the bad news. They suggested an operation, but the next day I got a call during the surgery that she might not make it. I rushed in, and she died in my arms. In my case, whether or not to get another cat was already solved in a way, as I had just rescued a small black kitten, and was fostering her for the local Cat Adoption Team. The month before, I had decided to adopt her myself. After Penny died, I called her my ‘Little Gift from God’.” – Cynthia Colby.
In Letting Go of an Animal You Love, I share 75 ways to cope with pet death from veterinarians, pet loss experts, grief counselors, and cat lovers. If you’re struggling to cope with grief because of your cat’s death, you may find comfort there.
Are you ready to open your home to another cat? Read Should You Get a Cat After Your Cat’s Death?
And if you want to share your stories and thoughts about your cat, please do below.
My kitten of 9 months passed away on the 13th of February from a rare disease called FIP (Feline infectious peritonitis). His name was Bennington and he was a Birman Burmese mix. He was the sweetest, most affectionate cat with such a good pure soul. He touched every single one of my family members so deeply and each of us connected with him within no time at all. He was so playful and he loved to be loved and to love. He would greet me at the door when I would come home from work or school and we would have a routine of cuddles and kisses for at least twenty minutes. He would sleep in the most awkward positions and I would always wake up with him sleeping on my face or right beside on my pillow. When you would look into his eyes, you could tell right away that he was an old soul and he would see right through you and would always know exactly how you felt. He was the most comforting kitten and I am so blessed to have had him, even if it was for such a short time. I believe that he had a very important purpose in his life and he fulfilled it..he brought my family so much closer and he has taught each member of my family valuable and important lessons in life and in love. He taught us to love unconditionally. I brought him to the vet just 3 weeks ago thinking he was just congestioned and needed some antibiotics to clear it up but when he wasn’t getting better and eventually stopped eating, I knew that something was terribly wrong. I brought him back to the vet and they did a blood test and an echography. He had fluid in his chest cavity (which was why he couldn’t breathe well) and his white blood cells were destroying all of the red ones and had caused him to be severely anemic. He was always a small cat and if I think back to earlier signs, he always had soft stool and diarrhea which is one of the only signs really for FIP. The confirmation of FIP comes with post-mortem biopsies or checking the consistency of the fluids that were in his lungs. 90% of cats have this in their bodies but some a pre-disposed to developing it, after 3 years of age their immune system has eventually fought it off but in Bennington’s situation, he kept re-infecting himself and was currently going through stressful changes (we moved to my moms) and I had two older cats that were probably carriers of some upper-respiratory bugs and this is what might have really caused him to go from a happy kitten to a very sick kitten in a matter of 3 weeks. I really miss my angel kitten and talking about it has helped quite a lot..the support from my family is amazing and it truly is the best thing to talk about it..I have hope that I will one day see my Ben again, his soul is attached to mine..and I will know it when I will look into his eyes but for now he is watching over me and I feel him around me.
Today 02/14/2013 me and my husband said goodbye to our two year old Tabby Jasper.. He had feline leukemia.. We didn’t notice the signs at first. Three weeks ago I came home from work and noticed he was weak and had a small patch of hair missing on his head with a red cut.. It healed but then a few days later he had the same on the back of his neck and under his chin.. I took him to the vet that same week only to spend 200$ on finding out nothing and having the vet tell me what they think he had.. My husband had to leave for a week that same night so I slept on the floor in the living room with him and feed him food and water and his medication the vet doctor wanted to try him on to get his blood cell count up and his plates because he didn’t really have anything it was at 8% for a week, waking up ever few hours to start all over again, even though I’m 17 weeks pregnant and worked everyday that week, I did it for him to try and save him.. because at the time I thought I could.. So I took him to a vet hospital in LA a week later… When my husband got home we took him to a specialist I spent around 1500$ of money I didn’t have trying to save his life to find out two days later (yesterday 02/13/2013)he came home that day, i took as many picture’s as I could of him and us and of him with Sally and the four of us. They told us what he had and that I couldn’t do a thing… We thought we might have a few more days left with him but come to find out he had ended up getting an ammonia and had trouble breathing.. So we found out the vet near us was going to be closed from Friday till Tuesday.. We decided we didn’t want him to suffer the wait, knowing he most likely would not make it till then.. We took him in to an art center and got his paw prints in a mold to hang up on the wall in a few weeks once they finish with it.. Then we walked to the vet and the whole time I held him, I told him how much I loved him, and how I’ll miss him, that when my time comes we would be together again like I promised we would be together forever, how he is and will always be my heart and my #1 boy.. I gave him all my love the few minutes we had left together and when we were finally in the vet room he had tears in his eyes like he knew and he purred the best he could not like he usually does but the best he could and needed his favorite red blanket.. I held him and kissed him and whispered words of love till his heart stopped.. I got Jasper as a gift from my husband 08/03/2011 when I moved from Canada to the USA he died 02/14/2013 and during the two years of his life with me I’ve never had a cat love me so much, or have I loved a cat as much as I did him. He was my heart, my best friend, my love, my son, my world, my everything and losing him has killed me inside I feel so lost with out him and alone.. I miss him so much already and not having him here with me kills me… I’m glad that he is in a better place now and that he won’t suffer anymore.. I just hope he watches over me and becomes my personal angel, and will meet me at those gates when its time for me to go.. I have another cat Sally I just hope she will be okay too with such a loss.. Her and Jasper were only a few months apart so they were you could say pretty much litter mates.. I will one day get another not to replace Jasper but to give to another what left I have to give for him. He was truly special.. I will never stop loving him and each day I will love him more.. He will forever be mama’s boy and little man, I love you bud <3 RIP see you again, but this time forever <3
My cat suffered from renal failure. We tried every possible treatment. I always believe in fighting for life if there is even a little hope, so this is what I did. Lab diagnostics, ultrasound, neadles, infusions, medicines, painful and stressful vet visits, forced feedings, more neadles. My cat had a hell of her last two months on earth because I believed there is a chance to save her. In my defence, a vet said so – she was only 5 years old and there was reason to hope. But my dear cat died suffering terrible pains and probably even more scared and heartbroken by what we did to her. I don’t think she could understand that the tortures we put her trough were ment to help her. I would never forgive myself if I hadn’t try to save her, but I will also never forgive myself for trying and failing. It hurts not having her around. But it hurts even more to remember all the terrible things the vet and I choose to put her trough, and I hate myself for making the wrong choice. My darling, beautiful and noble friend died not only suffering pain but also what probably looked like betrail and loss of any safety my embrace used to offer.
She was special. Different. Noble. There will be no other like her.
Dear Linda,
I’m sorry you lost your cat – my heart goes out to you. It’s so sad.
You can bet that your cat Matilda knew how much you love her! She felt it in every stroke, every morsel of food, every time you called and held her. Cats are smart; they know when they’re loved and cared for.
In sympathy – may you remember her with joy and peace,
Laurie
It has been six months since my sweet Matilda had to be put to sleep. She had cancer (laryngeal) that eventulally metastasized to her left eye. The chemo worked for while, but it stopped and I could not do anything else for her. I still cry every day. She was so sweet and very smart. I hope she knew how much I love(d) her.
Dear candy,
Thank for your suggestions on taking care of a cat! I’m so sorry you lost your kitty cat to renal failure. I didn’t know anything about kidney disease until I read your comment…our cat spends most of her time outside, and I often worry that she is showing signs or symptoms of illness, but we don’t see them because she’s out so much.
My heart goes out to you as you mourn your cat’s death…my prayer is that you remember her with love, peace, and joy. She is happily rolling in fields of cat nip and nibbling her favorite fish dishes now! She is in a better place, and you will be reunited with her again some day.
In sympathy,
Laurie
My beloved cat candy died of renal failure on 16-1-2013, and I am completely devastated, feel like its the end of the world for me.
she was not even 2 years old, if alive she would have completed her 2 years on 11 march 2013. Its so painful that she died so young.
we didn’t realize she was not well, she had lost a lot of weight, but she was active. when we took her to vet, he said its too late now, her BUN value was 175 and creatine was 7.0, that means she was in the last stage of renal failure, but we wanted to give our best to her. she was on IV since 11 jan, on 14 jan she got heavy uncontrollable shivers. but she survived, next day our vet told us to keep her in sun instead of hot water bag. we did so, and found she was completely dehydrated, we tried to feed her glucose as much as possible, next day morning between 5:30 and 6:00 am she took her last breath. I had last fed her around 4:40 AM.
I couldn’t stop blaming myself for not taking her to the vet earlier, or for keeping her in sun for sometime.
I strongly suggest to all cat owners, don;t rely on the symptoms you cat shows, as in kidney diseases, no symptoms are shown until the kidney is more than 70% damaged. the only way out is keep checking BUN and creatine values every quarter. nothing is more previous than your beloved cat, neither money nor your time.
I have one more cat, we have planned to get him tested, every quarter.
I have a strange and strong feeling that my cat candy will come back to me, as she died very young, and we are planning to buy a tabby colored female Kittie, may be next month which is going to be a look alike of candy. In these modern days it is hard to believe in horoscopes and tarot cards, but on 13jan tarot card reading for me was a temporary separation from a loved one, and she stressed on the point temporary, it means my candy is going to come back to me.
Reading your stories makes me feel a bit better…. My best friend Audley died today. I found her curled up in my mother’s room still warm. I dont really know if ill ever not be sad, i just want to lay in bed for weeks and cry. She was so beautiful and sweet. Slept next to me for fourteen years… today a hole was put in my heart.
January 6,2013
I had to put my 17 year old cat, striker, down today. He was in pain from something in his abdomen. After two or so days of no eating and no water intake he was very sluggish. So I took him to the vet. They detected a large mass next to the kidneys. Most likely some form of cancer. With him being so week and old, I had only one choice. I sat with him holding him in my arms while the doctor administered the drugs to put him to sleep. I was giving him a head scratch as he passed away with his head resting in my hand. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
I had him since he was only 5 weeks old. He was my best friend, my adopted son…my home feels empty without you Striker.
Dear Ralph,
Thank you for sharing how your cat passed away. I’ve never been with one of my animals when they died, and I think it must be so comforting for them to pass when their beloved owners are there with them.
Bless you as you mourn your cat’s death; I hope you soon remember her with love and joy instead of sadness and grief.
Laurie
About an hour ago (3:30 AM EST 31 Dec) I awoke to find that my precious Miss AbbieKat had passed away beside me. I had had her on my chest, purring softly, only 2 hours before, then I fell asleep and woke to find her gone. I feel as if my heart has been torn out of me. I’ve been crying steadily since she passed. She was a fat, gentle little kittie, who always greeted me with a loud “meow” whenever I went out on the porch where she lived, as she didn’t like, our 5 other cats; all rescues, so we kept her on our back porch with my recliner that had a heating pad on it, and I would spend 3 or 4 hours or more a day, just sitting with her in my lap and stroking her tubbie little self. I feel there will never be anymore good in my life, but having loved kitties for 48 years, I know the pain will pass and she’ll be a cherished memory. I’ll see you at the Rainbow Bridge, Miss Abbiekat; in God’s good time.
Dear Naneda,
I’m sorry you lost your cat. I hope you’re doing well these days, and that you’re able to remember your cat with love and joy, not pain and sadness.
In sympathy,
Laurie
my cat of 7 years just died few hours ago in my arms. he suffered from a kidney failure and i buried him in our garden afterwards. i couldn’t stop crying and i don’t know how to cope with this grief. i got a big meeting tomorrow and i should have finished my presentation but i cannot concentrate at all.
Dear Kelly,
I’m so sorry about Tiki. That must have been so sad and scary, to have to see your poor cat die and then bury him. I don’t know what’s worse – an unexpected or an expected death – but either way, it’s heartbreaking.
You’re not alone. So many of us rely on our cats and dogs for companionship, and when the animal passes, we feel like we lost our best friends. Because we have lost our best friends.
Thank you for sharing your story; I hope you feel welcome to come back anytime, and tell me how you’re doing.
Sincerely,
Laurie
I just had to watch my cat die. I called for him to come eat and as he was walking his back legs gave out. He seized up then started panting. He urinated and defecated on himself. He started gasping for breath and died within a few minutes. He wasnt sick. He’d had a hurt paw but that was it. He liked to go outside but had been neutered and vaccinated and was only fed grain free food. My husband is out of town and I couldn’t get any help so I had to bury him myself. Our soil is very rocky so the shovel wouldnt penetrate the earth well. I ended up on my hands and knees, in the dark clawing the wet dirt and stones from the ground. I’m horrible at socializing and Tiki was my very best friend. I wish I wouldn’t have had to go through this all alone. It was scary and sad. I’ll never forget him.
My cat Whistle 6 years old died on Saturday 11-24-2012. He was an indoor/outdoor cat mostly indoor he went out everyday for an hour or two. Whistle was very smart, gentle had a delicate way about him, he was my little boy. Vet said that another cat jumped on Whistle and has done sever nerve and spine damage and has also scratched him and he developed a serious bad infection in his both back legs. Whistle had surgery to remove the infection, but it had spread to his heart and my little boy Whistle died. I am lost, heart broken, I feel empty with out him I can’t eat or sleep, I cry all the time. I love and miss my Whistle, it hurts so bad like a knife went threw me words can’t explain. Only if I could get another chance maybe to do something different maybe my Whistle would still be with me. Why God did you take him away from me. My heart is heavy and the pain is so much hurt. So not fair, I am having such a hard time dealing with the loss of my little boy Whistle. RIP Whistle one day I will see you again.
The day after Thanksgiving, our sweet little female cat of 11 years, Karma, passed away at the vet. We had noticed she had become lethargic, weakened and was not eating. Concerned about her behavior, we took her to the vet. She was always feisty with strangers, so she had to be sedated. Within 30 minutes, we received a call from the vet she had stopped breathing when they attempted to take blood from her. Both my girlfriend and I rushed to the vet at which point they had pronounced her death. We held her in a blanket, both crying uncontrollably, giving her several kisses before parting with her. I am still in shock and deeply saddened as I type this. It’s still too fresh and very hard to imagine life without her. She was quirky, had the cutest little face and meow and she was the little star of our household.
Dear Cesar,
That’s awful, that your cat died. It wasn’t your fault – he just lost his balance! But he didn’t suffer.
I think the only thing that will make your grief (that hollow feeling) go away is time. You’re mourning your cat’s death, and it doesn’t happen overnight. You need to give yourself time to grieve your cat’s death…and one day you will remember Dario with love and peace instead of sadness and grief.
Yesterday, my cat, Dario, fell from my window and died. He was a year and a few weeks old and was my little buddy since he was born. I realise a year is not much but it like i have a hole in my chest. He was sweet and never onece pulled his claws on me or the family. Also he loved standing on the window and looking down but i left it open and he somehow fell. When i saw him down at the floor i was crushed. I still wait for him to apper from the kitchen wanting me to go and pet him while he eats.
Please how do i make this hollow fealing go away? I don´t know why but every time i feel like crying, the tears just don´t come.
I’m so sorry to hear about your cat’s deaths. It’s incredibly heartbreaking to lose an animal – you’re definitely not alone in your pain.
Thank you for sharing your stories; may your memories of your cat soon become peaceful and happy.
My 8 and half month old Kitten sadly got run over yesterday. I’d had finally “trained” her into sitting on my lap and not biting me as much as she thought i was playing when stroking her, un like her older but much more thick in the head sister Marmalade.
She was on my lap just 20 minutes before she went out and my neighbour came to the door. I opened it to see that he said one of my cats (we had 3) had gotten ran over. At First i thought it was it was the mum cat “Minky” as the kitten is as big as her but it was only till i found the collar lying in the middle of the road i knew my little Chum Lee was gone forever.
She was the most adventurous of the kittens and had her own personality. I nicknamed her “Whingie ” as a very little kitten as soon as you picked her up she would meow and hiss. But she had learnt up to about a month and a half ago and purred every time.
I didn’t think for a second it would effect me as much as it has as Marmalade has always been around me more as she is defiantly a lap cat. But as son as dealing with poor Chummy i burst into tears. Its been the same today (the day after) as i burried her in the garden and have been gathering all the photos and small amount of video’s i have on my iPod and Phone. It doesn’t help Marmalade pinning for her little mate. I just feel that if i handn’t have let her out and gave her a cuddle that night she wouldn’t have crossed the road at the wrong time.
I was so happy when I brought my little Gabs home from the shelter. He was only 5 months old and such a spirited little guy. Just incredibly sharp, intelligent, and funny. Letting him go outdoors was a big decision, but as a TRUE advocate for animal rights, I could not let him stay locked up all day indoors, torture in the case of any living thing. He always came back, of course. One day, he didn’t. The neighbours came by 3 days later, they found him under the tree, but it was much too late. I remember taking him from there, looking at his face, and burying him in the backyard. He was only 2 years old. But I don’t ever want to feel that pain again, so I will probably never bring another living thing into my life again. Not sure if that’s a bad way to deal with it or just my way to deal with it. All my love to others dealing with the grief of losing a close friend and family member
xx
In Memory of my dear Lucas, Such a sad week. Lucas was 7 yrs old i rescued him from a basket left out side of work he was approx 3wks old we bottled fed him and helped him to grow. He was a avid outdoor cat the only cat I ever owned in my life that meowed at the slider to go out side to use the bathroom. (my other two cats of 16yrs never did that) Lucas went in and out of the house everyday for the last 7 years he new the area extremely well he ran out this past Sat afternoon as usual sat night he did not come in which is odd very odd, Sunday I prayed and called, Monday i thought oh my hes locked in someones shed or garage Tuesday I went to Staples made posters and hit the neighbor hood as I was doing that I had a gentlemen run out and ask me if I was looking for a grey cat then told me they seen one Sunday on the side of the road and showed me but there was no cat, of course as I was balling my eyes out my phone started getting text from my flyer of several people telling me they seen the cat on the side of the road, my mail lady even called today she found a flyer and seen it. Someone must of took care of it there is no body. He was hit Sat afternoon right after leaving house and how no one in my family saw him on the road we drive daily I have no idea in less God did not want the kids to see comming off school bus. The hurt is so bad but I know I could probably never prevent what happend. The cat was not happy if he could not get out but I dont think I could have an outdoor cat again 7 yrs is way to young!!! We miss him dearly.
Very sad right now. I was not even one hour ago petting my best friend. I’m watching the Broncos/Saints game and notice slowing cars outside my front window. I look out and see my neighbor running to my door. Shocked look on his face, he told me to come outside as he sees my son standing behind me. ” Hey buddy can you let me talk to your daddy?” I know what happens next, something again about my cat in his yard, or something about my aerator he needed to borrow again? I stared waiting for some bs complaint or another favor needed. But no, he looked sad. I then knew what was coming as the thought of the slowing cars passed through my mind again. “Sorry man, I moved him out of the way as to not get squished again. Anything I can do?” I quickly ran to the road hoping not the one, not my best one! To my shock, it was. My best friend ( or best friend as far as a cat go’s. I fought my tears as he walked back home. Finally as he went inside I burst. The cat that did everything he could to get to me, the one who awaited my arrival everyday, the one who meowed as we would kiddingly talk to one another. My best buddy, Kush is dead. I love you little guy and will see you once again. My prayers to you in heaven buddy! Tom
Hearing all these stories makes me feel somewhat better. Sharing grief is a good thing. My darling died Saturday morning. She usually goes out for a wee in the morning and comes back on our bed for another sleep. However, she didn’t come back and I had a strange feeling. We have just moved from a place with a huge garden and freedom for her to roam, but our new place is on a very busy street so we didn’t let her out at all. She didn’t like it, as we always saw her staring out to the street through the gate. When we got home saturday afternoon, I saw her lifeless body across the street. She had no eveidence of being hit so I think she went off to die. She died right in front of a monastery. We buried her just on the side of the monastery as they had conveniently had there side verge mulched, and we marked it with two roses. She will be happy there. She;s just across the street:-)
I had to have my 4 1/2 year old “furbaby son,” Gizmo, put down this past Sunday. He had a bad combination of staph infection, Cushing’s disease that literally flared up out of nowhere, and skin fragility syndrome. He had become lethargic and no matter how much he ate, he was constantly trying to take food from other animals and us humans. Even despite all that, he dropped 6 pounds in 2 weeks (he was being checked every two weeks for the abscesses that popped up and curing the staph infection when Cushing’s flared up). Our vet decided it was his time, and we had him euthanized. I couldn’t stop crying for 2-3 days and I barely ate.
Today and yesterday have been better days, but I still feel the guilt over not being able to take care of him properly (when the abscesses started coming around, he was going to a different vet…when Vet #1 said he “didn’t know” why the abscesses kept recurring or why he was experiencing hair loss, I got a second opinion and am SO happy I did).
The worst part of it all is we have three other cats that Gizmo was “alpha” to – one of which was Gizmo’s best friend for the eight months they lived together after I moved in with my boyfriend, and another that was his adopted “little sister” for 2 1/2 years. I feel the worst for them. They keep calling out for him at least a couple of times a day, his “little sister” holes herself up in our bedroom for several hours at a time, and his best friend has tried to escape out the front door to look for him at least twice.
We have Gizmo buried out back under two huge oak trees. We are getting a stone done for him and are planting catnip out there. We buried him in a box the vet gave us to take his body home in and tossed in some food with him.
I miss my boy, but I know he’s not in pain any more. I just hope the other cats will be OK.
Tigre, 5 years old, disappeared the 8th of august. As she has gone missing twice already for a long time, i assumed that she would come back. I searched around the building, and even called Animal Search uk . They put up posters and looked for her. On monday (roughly two months after she has gone) i got a phone call, she was found dead few apartments down the hallway in the same building where i live. Through the roof, she must have go in the neighbors apartments while the cleaner was there. When the cleaner left, she must have locked Tigre in. Since then, the apartment was left empty.
My cat died of starvation and thirst.
I have been crying my eyes out since three days. She was just 15 meters away from me the whole time. My other cat must have seen her dieing through the shut window in the roof.
I went to pick up her body and buried her in a friend’s garden.
I feel horrified and guilty. I loved her so much.
I lost my cat Poppy early on Saturday night, she was my baby, I was in bed and my daughter came back from her friends at around 3am and found her lying in the road, she had been hit by a car and left. My daughter rang my mobile but I could hear her screaming downstairs, she told me not to go out, but I just ran down the road screaming “my baby no my baby” her little lifeless body was still warm, I so hope and pray that she died instantly and didn’t know anything. I am devastated, I cant eat or sleep. She is buried in our garden, each night I light candles, sit and tell her how much I love and miss her. The pain is just unbearable. I miss her cuddles, she was so warm and loving, I just can’t believe she is gone.
Today I had to have my beautiful little friend of 13 years euthanised. Her name was PomPom and She was such a lovely little sun ‘bunny’but because of this she got a carcenoma which eventually took her perfect little pink nose and left her with a nasty black scab, that often bled.I originally selected her from a cat shelter and she was the most adored little friend to my husband and I. She always travelled with us on holiday in the car and used to talk to us and follow us around all the time, we always knew what she wanted and slept every night on our bed with us and often on cold nights in the crook of my arm under our blankets.She stopped eating 10 days ago and as the tumor was affecting her breathing she sneezed endlessly. Her weight dropped so dramatically and the vet told us it was really time now. We are heart broken and havent stopped crying since bringing her home. We have buried her now and it is killing me, I keep going out to her grave and sobbing.I could never replace her with another,she used to comfort me in difficult times,rubbing her head on me.I beleive she was meant to be with me, and know she understood it too. I know she knew she was so loved and cherished, but my heart and house feels so empty without her on my knee.
Dear Walt,
I’m so sorry to hear how your kitty Sprout passed. It sounds like it was a very sad and difficult experience, and you wish you could have done more.
But you did the best you could! You took Sprout in, loved him, and tried to save his life. You did everything in your power to protect him, but it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t meant to live here on earth with you. I don’t know why, but he was only meant to be here for this short time.
I hope you’re able to heal from this loss. Give yourself time to mourn and grieve. It’s been a rough time, and you need to be good to yourself right now.
In sympathy,
Laurie