My beautiful cat died last week. He had a catastrophic seizure which came completely unexpectedly. He had been fit and healthy. Just a few minutes before he died I gave him a stroke and he purred. Then he was suddenly fitting all over the room.
I feel beyond devastated at this loss. The shock of it, the feeling we should have had more time and he should have been allowed to grow old. Also the lack of emotion from my children who are carrying on with their happy lives thankfully. The way I’m just expected to carry on like he didn’t mean much.
The way he died replays in my mind.
He was the best cat, always happy and like a little shadow to us. He always had such a twinkle in his eye, and his purr was so loud. I will miss him so much and feel like a part of me has gone with him.
For anyone whose been through it, what helped you cope with the shock and devastation of this?