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This happened a couple of months ago but I still cry about it from time to time. My cat was about 13 years old, and her name was Isabella. Our former cat gave birth to her litter when I was 7 years old. My mom let me pick one kitten to keep before we gave the rest up for adoption, and she was so attached to me so I chose her. We went through so much together, she watched me grow up and I even saved her from drowning once. All of my family’s cats have been outdoor/indoor. Our new neighbor recently moved in and we didn’t know she had a huge dog chained up in the back yard. Apparently Isabella was wandering in her yard, got too close, and the dog attacked her. He broke her spine and she ended up losing all feeling in her lower half. My neighbor found her and took her to the vet where she had to be put down. My mom didn’t find out until the next day because the neighbor didn’t know she was our cat. This might be gross and/or sad, but her body was still at the vet, so my step dad went to pick her up. I don’t live with my parents anymore but I came over that night and cradled her body all night, crying and talking to her as if she was still alive. We gave her a proper burial early the next morning. I guess it just makes me really sad knowing she had to endure so much pain and was probably so scared, and she had to be put down with strangers instead of with her family. I really wish I had been able to say goodbye