Last night I heard sounds in my garage (as my room wall is also the garage wall) and I ignored the sounds as I thought it was just soda cans exploding as we have horrible and life threatening temperatures right now (-30 below zero). I ignore the sounds and eventually fall asleep. When I wake up in the morning my mother has a small cat wrapped in blankets and heating pads. I can't help but think the sounds I heard last night were those of that little, stray cat. My mother did everything to help and comfort the cat, but it died several hours later. I don't think I will ever be able to forgive myself knowing that I ignored the sounds it was making; I could have saved this poor innocent cat, but instead let it freeze to death. Don't know what to say or do. Just need some words of advice to help me with this extreme level of guilt. Rest in peace little kitty.