My 7 year old Squeak (Zoe) died last night at the dr's office. She'd been fighting some unknown illness for over a week. I went and sat with her every day after work. She wouldn't let me hold her until yesterday, she actually crawled into my arms. I got to hold her for an hour and a half before the dr wanted to put a feeding tube in so she wouldn't have liver issues. I started crying because I was so happy to hold her.
At 8pm the phone rang and I knew before I answered it. My vet was so kind.
Today I went through all of my photos and wrote down all the things I remember.
I've had many cats before and I've loved them dearly but my Squeak needed me, she wouldn't go to anyone except me and I think I thrived on that. She followed me everywhere when I moved in the house. She'd lay at my feet on her back and bend her front paws and say Look how cute I am Mom. She slept by my head every night and let me cuddle her.
I don't know how to cope with this right now. I know she is in a better place and she has no pain, I just never imagined her leaving so soon.
I don't know what to do. I don't want her to be gone.
Kris