Is a sad weekend here. My cat Seashell died early Friday morning.
It all started at about 12:30am when she saw a cat outside of a window in my bedroom. I woke up when I heard the hissing and growling. She lunged at the window and hit it hard face first.
Afterwards she appeared to be having troubles breathing but, gasping for breath. I thought she would be OK. She went to here food bowl and ate some and used the litter box while I went back to sleep.
At around 4:30 I awoke when I heard 2 loud cries from her. I got out of bed and turned on the light to find her laying on her side, breathing hard and fast, with blood on the floor by her mouth. I decided then that I should take her to the pet hospital. It's open from about 6 in the evening until 8 in the morning for overnight emergencies.
I went to use the bathroom and get my clothes and the pet carrier. When I returned I found that she had died.
I can't get a picture to post here but there are a couple in my pics.
I know now that I should have taken her to the pet hospital when it first happened and maybe she would still be with me. I guess I will have to live with that knowledge.
The next morning I took her to my veterinarian. His office will arrange for her to be cremated. The company that does it will also give me a clay mold with her paw print and they will clip some of her fur and put it in a small plastic bag for me, as well as her ashes.
When I read what I have written it sounds cold and unfeeling. That's not close to how I feel. I guess I'm feeling, more numb than anything else. I will miss her and always feel the regret of not doing something sooner.
