My cat Charlie died on the 10th last month. It was so sudden and unexpected. He had been acting strange the day before, and when we took him to the vet to try and unblock his urethra after finding out he had bladder stones, his bladder ruptured and he had to be put down.
I wasn't even at the clinic with him.
I still feel lonely, lost, and gut-wrenchingly guilty for his death.
He was only 3. I cried for weeks...ugh, it was awful. Every time I came home, I'd expect him to be sitting on the counter by the back door. Looking at his food bowl, the fur he'd left behind... It still makes me sad. :c