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One of our beloved girls, Oreo, passed away the night of Thanksgiving. She had only just turned 5 and it was a complete shock. We rushed to the emergency vet... even though I was holding her the whole time, I couldn't really accept that she was gone until the doctor confirmed it. We were told it was likely a hereditary heart or neurological condition. She had no signs and the vets never caught a heart murmur.
Life has been incredibly stressful since. Some days I feel okay. Most days I feel like I am hanging on by a thread. Because this family member was a cat, I feel like most people around me don't get why I'm still upset. I just can't catch a break. I find it hard to eat or sleep. I wake up in the night often and check that my other cats are still alive.
She was the first cat I ever adopted in my adult life and I loved her so much. I made so much art of her and my husband had a wonderful daily routine with her. He always wakes up about an hour before me. He would drink coffee in the dark living room, and she'd be right beside him. He tucked her into bed before work and turned on her heating pad. Same deal at night. She was so, so, so shy. And she really opened up in the few years we got with her. In the first year or so she just wasn't an audible purrer. In the last 2 years we figured out that she loved rough back massages & having a pencil run up & down her spine. She gave us the deepest purrs immediately
Even though this pain is immense, I'd do it all over again. I would always choose her. I'm grateful that I can say I have no regrets. I loved her and she loved me. She was happy.
Life has been incredibly stressful since. Some days I feel okay. Most days I feel like I am hanging on by a thread. Because this family member was a cat, I feel like most people around me don't get why I'm still upset. I just can't catch a break. I find it hard to eat or sleep. I wake up in the night often and check that my other cats are still alive.
She was the first cat I ever adopted in my adult life and I loved her so much. I made so much art of her and my husband had a wonderful daily routine with her. He always wakes up about an hour before me. He would drink coffee in the dark living room, and she'd be right beside him. He tucked her into bed before work and turned on her heating pad. Same deal at night. She was so, so, so shy. And she really opened up in the few years we got with her. In the first year or so she just wasn't an audible purrer. In the last 2 years we figured out that she loved rough back massages & having a pencil run up & down her spine. She gave us the deepest purrs immediately
Even though this pain is immense, I'd do it all over again. I would always choose her. I'm grateful that I can say I have no regrets. I loved her and she loved me. She was happy.
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