My cat died July 29. I put her to sleep. There is no end to the guilt I feel. I wish I had fought more aggressively to save her at the very first sign something was wrong. She had cancer. I miss my cat intensely. She was part of my family and a best friend. She had my heart. She was bossy, overweight and loud. She purred constantly. She loved people. She was fearless. She loved me so much she would purr I soon as she saw me, even when she was sick and in pain. I loved her too, but I didn’t realize how much, and I didn’t realize how much it would hurt to lose her. I tried surgery and chemo much too late. I should’ve gotten a second job to pay for it sooner. Regret is hard to live with. The vet says I shouldn’t blame myself, but I do. I want my friend back.
