I am having a really difficult time. I lost my cat, Penny. She was only five years old and never showed any signs of being ill. We spent the morning together on Easter Sunday. I made myself breakfast and gave her her favorite wet food. She finished it all. We watched a movie. Cuddled and took a nap. When I got up to make lunch I heard her cough and instantly went to check on her and she was unresponsive. I am beyond devastated by her loss. She was the greatest companion, comforter, and showed me love that I’ve never experienced so unconditionally.
I keep beating myself thinking that it was something that I did wrong or that I could have prevented. Or had I acted quickly and tried to do chest compressions she could’ve come back. The vet couldn’t tell me what happened to her. I recently moved and I think that was a source of stress for her. Being that it was a smaller space, when I had friends over she would sometimes get panicked. I beat myself up for that as well.
I could really use some support and comfort...now that I don’t have my Penny here to do so. 🙁