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I am devastated beyond words by the sudden and unexplained loss of my baby Thomas, 3 days ago.
A little over a year ago I strongly thought of myself as a dog person and I was (still am) the happy friend and mummy of two four-legged barking miracles. Actually there are three of them now. That until a stray cat gave birth to four kittens in our yard (in the dog's, admittedly unused, house, no less), only to flee 5 days later, despite us feeding her, with only three of them.
I took in the little, helpless, still blind fellow, fed him with a baby bottle, discovered there's cat milk formula, took him with me to my office every day, because he needed to be fed and groomed every 3 hours, helped him pee and poop and loved him ever since like he was my own baby.
He grew a beautiful tom-cat, very independent, courageous, funny, curious. He befriended our dogs. He got under my husband's skin. He would not let us kiss and cuddle him too much, he put a face like "bleah, brush your teeth before kissing me, human!"
I loved and still love him.
He was in perfect health, with regular vet checks.
He was going outside the house regularly, came back to eat and sleep after a few hours, we could not and did not like to keep him indoors because he was getting restless and unhappy if he could not go out.
On Sunday I let him out in the afternoon. He was hanging on the door mewing and begging to go out.
3 hours later we starting wondering where he is. It was getting cold and night set.
We called him. He did not show up as usual.
We looked for him.
A few minutes later we found him a few meters away from our fence, laying on a side, on the sidewalk, looking like he was sleeping. Only that he was dead and stiff already.
He had no signs of trauma. No blood, no foam around his mouth, no broken bones or ribs, no bumps on his head, fur looking normal. He looked perfect. Just like I saw him laying lazy a thousand times in our yard.
Our vet said he could have been hit by a car. But there are few cars circulating our street, especially on a Sunday. He was smart and agile, I saw him carefully looking before crossing the street to visit our neighbors many times.
Or maybe someone hurt him? I do not think so, he did not like strangers and would not allow any to touch him.
How could he die so young, so sudden and with no marks of whatever caused his death?
I am in tears and sleepless since he died. I cannot accept he's gone and not knowing how and why drives me crazy.
I blame myself for not searching for him sooner. What if I could have saved him?
I am sorry for the very long story, I just needed to let it out. Not many people around me and my husband understand what is the big deal with "just a cat's" death.
He was not just a cat. He was our baby.
I really wish I could at least understand why this happened. It would not make me miss him less or feel less heartbroken, but it would help me settle a little.
Thank you for having the patience to read through.
A little over a year ago I strongly thought of myself as a dog person and I was (still am) the happy friend and mummy of two four-legged barking miracles. Actually there are three of them now. That until a stray cat gave birth to four kittens in our yard (in the dog's, admittedly unused, house, no less), only to flee 5 days later, despite us feeding her, with only three of them.
I took in the little, helpless, still blind fellow, fed him with a baby bottle, discovered there's cat milk formula, took him with me to my office every day, because he needed to be fed and groomed every 3 hours, helped him pee and poop and loved him ever since like he was my own baby.
He grew a beautiful tom-cat, very independent, courageous, funny, curious. He befriended our dogs. He got under my husband's skin. He would not let us kiss and cuddle him too much, he put a face like "bleah, brush your teeth before kissing me, human!"
I loved and still love him.
He was in perfect health, with regular vet checks.
He was going outside the house regularly, came back to eat and sleep after a few hours, we could not and did not like to keep him indoors because he was getting restless and unhappy if he could not go out.
On Sunday I let him out in the afternoon. He was hanging on the door mewing and begging to go out.
3 hours later we starting wondering where he is. It was getting cold and night set.
We called him. He did not show up as usual.
We looked for him.
A few minutes later we found him a few meters away from our fence, laying on a side, on the sidewalk, looking like he was sleeping. Only that he was dead and stiff already.
He had no signs of trauma. No blood, no foam around his mouth, no broken bones or ribs, no bumps on his head, fur looking normal. He looked perfect. Just like I saw him laying lazy a thousand times in our yard.
Our vet said he could have been hit by a car. But there are few cars circulating our street, especially on a Sunday. He was smart and agile, I saw him carefully looking before crossing the street to visit our neighbors many times.
Or maybe someone hurt him? I do not think so, he did not like strangers and would not allow any to touch him.
How could he die so young, so sudden and with no marks of whatever caused his death?
I am in tears and sleepless since he died. I cannot accept he's gone and not knowing how and why drives me crazy.
I blame myself for not searching for him sooner. What if I could have saved him?
I am sorry for the very long story, I just needed to let it out. Not many people around me and my husband understand what is the big deal with "just a cat's" death.
He was not just a cat. He was our baby.
I really wish I could at least understand why this happened. It would not make me miss him less or feel less heartbroken, but it would help me settle a little.
Thank you for having the patience to read through.
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