I'm a long time lurker and just came here to vent. Two days ago we unexpectedly lost our cat, she was only 20 months old.
I knew there was something going on for about a week, she was a little off and slow and not feeling well. But nothing bad or uncommon. Three days ago she suddenly started breathing heavy, from her stomach and we made an appointment for the next morning. I dropped her off, not knowing she would never come back.
It turned out she had so much fluids around her lungs that they kept collapsing. When they tried to drain the fluids, her small body couldn't take it and she passed away.
It just makes me so emotional in so many ways. Especially the mornings are very rough. Blaming myself for not acting sooner. I feel so mad because it's so unfair. I want to blame the vet but they did everything they could. It feels unreal. Sometimes I think (hope) it's just a bad joke and they will call me so I can pick her up again.
She was such a sweet and nice and good cat. I had cats before but she was really something special. She deserved so much more.
I miss her sleeping on my lap while I'm working at my desk. I miss her jumping on my lap the moment I sat down on the couch.
She's a Devon Rex with not too much fur and was always looking for a warm spot. Every morning I made the bed just for her because she always slept under the blankets. Every time I see a bump under the blanket I think she's still there but she's not.
Every evening she was waiting for my kids to go to bed so she could lay with them until the next morning. In her last week I noticed she started sleeping by my son's head instead of in the middle of the bed. I
should have acted sooner but it is too late.
I attached a picture that my 4 year old son took with his tablet two weeks ago. He sent it to his grandmother all by himself and he was so proud.
It is the last picture I have of her.