Growing up I always wanted a cat, but I lived in apartments that didn't allow it. The only cat I ever befriended was a stray that was ultimately murdered by the apartment manager.
So I was worried to ever get a cat, it wasn't until I was in my mid twenties and I had been married for a few years that my husband decided we should go for it. A friend of ours that lived a few hours away found a stray kitten under her AC unit, she was tiny and left behind by her mother.
As she grew and we taught her how to be a cat, we never allowed her outside, she was never a very confident cat so we were worried it wouldn't end well. Fast forward to our new house that was on an acre of land, we started allowing her time outside and she flourished. She started to gain confidence and she started to be an indoor/outdoor cat.
Yesterday morning as we opened the door to let her in before we went to work, we called for her and she didn't come. We started searching for her to find her dead in our yard, one large dog bite took her away from us. She was 7 years old, she had many more years ahead of her.
The guilt and pain is so strong I can barely function. I own my own business so I have to go but I was crying the whole day, I couldn't help it. I keep feeling like it was my fault for allowing her that time outside, but I knew how much she loved it. When I called the animal shelter to report it, they said in our area 8-9 cats had been killed recently by a dog that hasn't been caught yet, I'm really worried about what I might do if I see that dog.
She was a very vocal cat, you could hear her calling for you through the closed door. Not hearing it this morning broke me down. Our other cat, which adopted us two years ago keeps looking at the glass door waiting for her.
I can't eat, I can't sleep. All I seem to do is cry.