Last night I came home to find my beloved 7 year old kitty appearantly asleep by the front door. Waiting for me as usual. But when I greeted him he did not move. He was gone. He had no signs of illness other tha seeming a bit tired the day prior. But that day he seemed fine. I yelled for my husband and rushed him to the vet. It was too late. They tell us it was his heart or a stroke. Sudden death. I am having an autopsy done because I have to know. I am heartbroken. Devastated. He was the sweetest cat. Such a joy. So special. I feel so guilty. Like I should have realized something was worng. How could he jump up on the counter to eat dinner happily one minute and be dead within 30 minutes? I just held him in the grieving room at the vet and cried. How do you get over this? I feel like I failed to save him. But, I swear he seemed fine...just a little more tired than usual. And only for a day or so. And now my baby is gone. It's so hard to understand.