My little cat died yesterday. Almost exactly 24 hours ago. He was not even 2 and the most wonderful cuddly tolerant cute ball of ginger fuzz i've ever seen. I loved him so much and I feel totally empty without him.
I think the worst part was finding him. My neighbour came to tell me where he was, and he was lying in a puddle outside her house. I could kind of tell he was already gone but I cuddled him and talked to him and tried to get him to breathe. We took him straight to the vet but he was gone.
I keep walking round the house seeing all the places he should be but isn't, and everything reminds me that just yesterday he was here and now I will never see him again. I don't really know why I'm posting, maybe just to get it out, maybe to see if there is anyone else that feels the way I do about my pets. They are family to me, and so,so precious. I am so desperately sad that he has gone. I don't know what to do with myself, I'm just in a daze crying and trying to carry on as normal.