Tuesday, April 10th, will forever hold a sad spot in my heart. My 2nd best friend ( my wife being my first ) passed away. His name was "Buddy" and I am still depressed from his passing.
The reason I ask the above question I will explain. Sitting at my desk at home, "Buddy" walks in like he has a thousand times before. He comes up to my chair, and gives his familiar "meow" which means "pet me please". He was a very polite cat. So I begin petting him like usual, with the normal "how you doing" inquiry. Then the saddest event I have ever witnessed unfolded before me. "Buddy" proceeded to lie down and then suddenly went in to convultions.
I paniced, brought him in to the living room, and proceeded to try to literally breathe some life back in to his already limp body. It was no use.
I phoned my wife at work and relayed the story and asked her to come home immediately, which she did. We later consulted a vet about it. He had guessed that "Buddy" had an annurism but without doing an autopsey he couldn't be sure. I didn't like that idea and he was promptly buried.
I guess why I am writing this is because 1) I need to share with as many people as possible that "Buddy" was the best cat ever. and 2) I am pounded by feelings of guilt that I could not prevent my "Buddy"'s death. He was only a year and half old. The vet said there was nothing that I could have done. But somehow I feel he is just trying to make it easier on me.
I even tried to blame it on the fact that I pulled his ear ( he had a fuzz in the earhairs ) but my wife figures that's absurd and that I just feel guilty because I could not prevent his death. She says I should feel joyous that he choose to pass on after telling me that he loved me.
Do cats know when they are gonna pass on? Is that why he came to me? Because he wanted to spend his last moments with me? Did I do anything wrong? Has anyone had a similar experience? What did I do wrong?
I feel so betrayed by life right now! My "Buddy" pulled from my loving caress. I feel so angry/sad/guilty/depressed!
I ask a favor. Those who beleive in a higher-power. Please say a prayer for "Buddy". And those that don't. Please celebrate him anyway you chose. Thank you.
This letter has taken a long time and many tissues to write. Thank you for you time. I know I will come to the realization sometime that I could not prevent, nor did I cause his passing on. It's just so hard at the moment. Again, thank you and keep safe.
The reason I ask the above question I will explain. Sitting at my desk at home, "Buddy" walks in like he has a thousand times before. He comes up to my chair, and gives his familiar "meow" which means "pet me please". He was a very polite cat. So I begin petting him like usual, with the normal "how you doing" inquiry. Then the saddest event I have ever witnessed unfolded before me. "Buddy" proceeded to lie down and then suddenly went in to convultions.
I paniced, brought him in to the living room, and proceeded to try to literally breathe some life back in to his already limp body. It was no use.
I phoned my wife at work and relayed the story and asked her to come home immediately, which she did. We later consulted a vet about it. He had guessed that "Buddy" had an annurism but without doing an autopsey he couldn't be sure. I didn't like that idea and he was promptly buried.
I guess why I am writing this is because 1) I need to share with as many people as possible that "Buddy" was the best cat ever. and 2) I am pounded by feelings of guilt that I could not prevent my "Buddy"'s death. He was only a year and half old. The vet said there was nothing that I could have done. But somehow I feel he is just trying to make it easier on me.
I even tried to blame it on the fact that I pulled his ear ( he had a fuzz in the earhairs ) but my wife figures that's absurd and that I just feel guilty because I could not prevent his death. She says I should feel joyous that he choose to pass on after telling me that he loved me.
Do cats know when they are gonna pass on? Is that why he came to me? Because he wanted to spend his last moments with me? Did I do anything wrong? Has anyone had a similar experience? What did I do wrong?
I feel so betrayed by life right now! My "Buddy" pulled from my loving caress. I feel so angry/sad/guilty/depressed!
I ask a favor. Those who beleive in a higher-power. Please say a prayer for "Buddy". And those that don't. Please celebrate him anyway you chose. Thank you.
This letter has taken a long time and many tissues to write. Thank you for you time. I know I will come to the realization sometime that I could not prevent, nor did I cause his passing on. It's just so hard at the moment. Again, thank you and keep safe.