To be honest, I'm not quite sure what happened.
About 3 weeks ago he had gotten out of the house and was gone for a couple of days. Around 3 am he came to the window meowing and let him in. He was a little skittish but was in good health otherwise.
I took him to the vet the next day and he said he was fine.
Well, earlier today I left to go take care of some business. Brandon called and said "Something's wrong with Joey, come home ASAP."
When I asked him what was going on he said he was having some sort of seizure.
I was only about 3 blocks away and it took me less then 4 mins to get home but, it was too late.
He had already passed.
I feel so guilty because I've been so stressed out the last few weeks that I haven't noticed how he's been acting.
I feel like there is something I could have done to save him.
I cried my eyes out with him in my lap on the bed. When I saved him from that wretched house and he was covered in fleas and full of worms. I promised to take care of him for life. He was only around 9-10 months old.
Maybe if I focused more on things at hand, then this wouldn't have happened
I don't have any new pics of him uploaded yet but here he is as a kittenhttp://www.thecatsite.com/forums/sho...ighlight=Chloe
He was the black and white one.