Hi, new to this site.
Today was just like any other day. My 2 year old sassy calico, Rizzo, was scratching the furniture, doing parkour off counters, throwing her kibble off her cat stand, spunky as ever.
We go in my room and I close the door because I'm about to take a nap and I hear a very loud, abnormal, drawn out meow. I could tell something was wrong, so I ran over and I see her on the ground and her muscles are jerking and she is wheezing so heavily. Not wheezing like choking..wheezing like she literally couldnt find any air to breathe in. I absolutely go hysterical and rush her to the vet which is 7 minutes away. By the time I got into my car (~3mins) I knew she was dead. I kept driving, though, thinking I was wrong and they could save her.
I run into the vet and they immediately bring her to the back. At this point I am violently crying in the lobby so they let me into an empty room so I can be in private. Within minutes they come back saying they are sorry and that she was already dead and there was nothing they could do. I immediately ask if they could perform an autopsy on her or something that would tell me what happened, but they said if I did an autopsy they would not be able to cremate her and I couldn't have her ashes. After a long period of me just in a state of panic I decide I would rather have her ashes.
They bring her back out to me so I can say goodbye and I completely ******* lose it. I held her for atleast an hour until I felt her little ears become colder and colder and I knew if I didn't leave I never would.
It's night time now. It's dark, and I'm alone with my thoughts and I don't ******* know what to do with myself. She was my absolute best friend and I would do anything for her. I'm so ******* hurt.
I don't ever take pictures on my laptop. But today, literally an hour before she passes away...I snap a couple of pictures of us together. This is all I have left.
What do I do
Today was just like any other day. My 2 year old sassy calico, Rizzo, was scratching the furniture, doing parkour off counters, throwing her kibble off her cat stand, spunky as ever.
We go in my room and I close the door because I'm about to take a nap and I hear a very loud, abnormal, drawn out meow. I could tell something was wrong, so I ran over and I see her on the ground and her muscles are jerking and she is wheezing so heavily. Not wheezing like choking..wheezing like she literally couldnt find any air to breathe in. I absolutely go hysterical and rush her to the vet which is 7 minutes away. By the time I got into my car (~3mins) I knew she was dead. I kept driving, though, thinking I was wrong and they could save her.
I run into the vet and they immediately bring her to the back. At this point I am violently crying in the lobby so they let me into an empty room so I can be in private. Within minutes they come back saying they are sorry and that she was already dead and there was nothing they could do. I immediately ask if they could perform an autopsy on her or something that would tell me what happened, but they said if I did an autopsy they would not be able to cremate her and I couldn't have her ashes. After a long period of me just in a state of panic I decide I would rather have her ashes.
They bring her back out to me so I can say goodbye and I completely ******* lose it. I held her for atleast an hour until I felt her little ears become colder and colder and I knew if I didn't leave I never would.
It's night time now. It's dark, and I'm alone with my thoughts and I don't ******* know what to do with myself. She was my absolute best friend and I would do anything for her. I'm so ******* hurt.
I don't ever take pictures on my laptop. But today, literally an hour before she passes away...I snap a couple of pictures of us together. This is all I have left.
What do I do