Thank you for reading! I lost my cat about a month ago, she was the cat who suddenly appeared on our balcony at the coldest winter time, mines 15 degree. We accepted her brought her into our family, she was so lovely, she liked us a lot and she loved me at most, she would follow me every time when she sees me outside, I always wanted to provide her a home and happy life, since she seemed to me either she's lost her home or got dumped. This evening I just wanted to get a ginger-lemon tea from the supermarket because I felt sick the whole day, slept one hour then I wanted to get the tea before the shop close, she followed me already since I came out the house, the whole distance to shop is 120 meters, she never go to this direction normally, I knew she was following, she was miawing hard, she really wanted my attention, but I just walked away, I checked and told her to stop, she wouldn't listen, before the main street I kicked the stones just to scare her, she returned a little, then I crossed the street, as I looked back she was already on the side of the street, there were 3 cars coming, she was scared and runed backwards immediately, Then I thought she's carefull enough so I went into the shop, I think exactly she saw me left and got nervous, rather risk to cross the street just to find me... I feel awful because I was so careless, I forgot she's only a small animal without ability to assess the situation, in her head there was only me nothing else. It was so awful to find her lying on the street, and holding her in my arms feel hopeless, I think she did't have to suffer though... we still brought her to the vet even though I knew there woulden't be any help... afterwards we buried her in the garden, the nearest spot to the house, because I know she would want to be as near as possible to us...
The next two weeks I couldn't stop thinking about her, thinking about the lovely moments when she was with us, as well as the horrible moment when I discovered her died on the street... it's so killing me! She is just everywhere in the house and outside in the village, everywhere I go I could see her (she went for a walk with Markus and I, just two hours before that happened, it was so sweet! Then she stayed outside and I went to sleep). I went to work next day, thought work maybe helps to distract me, however my tears came out every time when there's less work...
For sure I'll prevent even more my other kitties in the future, Rosie (her name) warned me with her life. I feel so so sorry for her, it's a month now and I'm still not over it…
Has anyone the similar expierence? I know it's too much emotional, I appreciate that you are sharing with me!
The next two weeks I couldn't stop thinking about her, thinking about the lovely moments when she was with us, as well as the horrible moment when I discovered her died on the street... it's so killing me! She is just everywhere in the house and outside in the village, everywhere I go I could see her (she went for a walk with Markus and I, just two hours before that happened, it was so sweet! Then she stayed outside and I went to sleep). I went to work next day, thought work maybe helps to distract me, however my tears came out every time when there's less work...
For sure I'll prevent even more my other kitties in the future, Rosie (her name) warned me with her life. I feel so so sorry for her, it's a month now and I'm still not over it…
Has anyone the similar expierence? I know it's too much emotional, I appreciate that you are sharing with me!