Yesterday, I had to take my cat Gracie to the emergency vet. Being that it was Christmas Eve, her regular vet wasn't in the office. Yesterday made the second time this past week that I had to take her into emergency. Friday night, early yesterday morning, she was yeowing in pain and couldn't use her hind legs to walk. I took her in and they took her back pretty quickly. The nurse came and told me the doctor would like to see me. I knew then that the news wasn't good. The doctor told me that after doing x-rays, she had found a blood clot had burst and that there was nothing that could be done for Gracie. I agreed to putting Gracie to sleep, as I don't want her to suffer, which she obviously was. My guilt comes from not being there with her while she was put to sleep. The doctor told me that Gracie was already extremely agitated and me being there would make it worse. I had never had to make that decision before, as my other cats all died at home. I was in such a state of shock that I didn't argue with the vet. And to be honest, I just assumed that most people aren't present with their pets when that happens. I now know most people are there for their babies. I'm devasted thinking about how scared she may have been. Alone and dying. I can't stop crying. I feel like I let her down when she needed me the most. I've read some not so great reviews of the emergency hospital today, and I'm afraid I didn't make the right decision.