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Someone Asks How They Can Stop Feeling Guilty After Their Cat Dies In Their Bedroom, The Internet Delivers
Losing something is hard, but losing someone is devastating. Broken and lost after the loss of their cat, someone turned to Quora to ask the internet for a good way to recover. Sharing their own experiences, people united for the cause. After the responses came in, the thread became a good place to visit if you are mourning yourself and need some encouragement that things will be alright, or if someone close to you is suffering and you’re searching for words of wisdom that would make them feel better. Scroll down to read it and tell us your thoughts in the comments.
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Broken and lost after the death of their cat, someone turned to the internet for a good way to recover
And probably didn’t expect such a sincere response
There were more
And while some shared their own experiences
Others were really moved by the whole thread
What do you think ?
Pamela24 7 years ago
I was the first one to find our cat when she died. She had the most amazing death you could imagine - sleeping on one of her favourite spots, sun shining, after everyone except me went to work or school and said goodbye to her. I was really attached to her. Just about a month before there were two weeks that I spent completely alone. I was 18, had a summer job (9AM-5PM) in a separate office with no one to talk to, my sisters went away for a camp, my parents on a holiday trying to restart their relationship, all friends out of town. I got maybe two texts for the whole two weeks. No phone calls; when I tried to call my parents they sounded annoyed, they were enjoying their free time without children way to much. The only one I truly had at that time was our cat. Matilda. She was there, I needed to take care of her while in reality, she was taking care of me. I had someone to talk to, to come home to. I sometimes think that she died just after these lonely two weeks for me. And that she wanted me to be the one to find her. Sorry for the long story...I just had to get it out.
Sarcasticow 7 years ago
I have a similiar story. Got a cat in February after a terrible terrible break-up; the cat's owner was an old lady who moved to hospital and couldn't take care of him. It was the sweetest cat I've ever had! I've cried so much into his fluffly ginger fur. He died on December, I came home from Christmas dinner with my parents and he was there - laying on the floor, no sign of suffering. Then I got to know his previous owner had died too. He wasn't old and didn't seem sick. They both just went away together. And he was there for me through the toughest time in my life. I will always cherish memories of him
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Christina Sersif 7 years ago
The last cat I had before my two now, died in an apartment fire. I still have nightmares about it. He woke me up that morning being loud under the bed...probably trying to warn me. I left for work and a few hours later the police showed up at my job and told me my apartment was on fire. I didn't care about anything but my cat. He was found by the backdoor, clearly trying to get out. Luckily, if you call it that, he died by smoke inhalation not burning, but nonetheless knowing he had to suffer like that still to do this day, and it's been 10 years, breaks my heart. He was such a sweet boy, and I miss him so much. RIP Frisky.
Merilyn Horton 7 years ago
Crying: I’ve had a dozen cats during my 62 years, and have always had to make the horrible decision to send them off when their lives became burdensome to them. It was only 2 months ago that I held my precious Lulu in my arms as the vet ended her suffering. You are blessed beyond belief that your cat died a natural death in your presence.
Pamela24 7 years ago
I was the first one to find our cat when she died. She had the most amazing death you could imagine - sleeping on one of her favourite spots, sun shining, after everyone except me went to work or school and said goodbye to her. I was really attached to her. Just about a month before there were two weeks that I spent completely alone. I was 18, had a summer job (9AM-5PM) in a separate office with no one to talk to, my sisters went away for a camp, my parents on a holiday trying to restart their relationship, all friends out of town. I got maybe two texts for the whole two weeks. No phone calls; when I tried to call my parents they sounded annoyed, they were enjoying their free time without children way to much. The only one I truly had at that time was our cat. Matilda. She was there, I needed to take care of her while in reality, she was taking care of me. I had someone to talk to, to come home to. I sometimes think that she died just after these lonely two weeks for me. And that she wanted me to be the one to find her. Sorry for the long story...I just had to get it out.
Sarcasticow 7 years ago
I have a similiar story. Got a cat in February after a terrible terrible break-up; the cat's owner was an old lady who moved to hospital and couldn't take care of him. It was the sweetest cat I've ever had! I've cried so much into his fluffly ginger fur. He died on December, I came home from Christmas dinner with my parents and he was there - laying on the floor, no sign of suffering. Then I got to know his previous owner had died too. He wasn't old and didn't seem sick. They both just went away together. And he was there for me through the toughest time in my life. I will always cherish memories of him
Load More Replies... Christina Sersif 7 years ago
The last cat I had before my two now, died in an apartment fire. I still have nightmares about it. He woke me up that morning being loud under the bed...probably trying to warn me. I left for work and a few hours later the police showed up at my job and told me my apartment was on fire. I didn't care about anything but my cat. He was found by the backdoor, clearly trying to get out. Luckily, if you call it that, he died by smoke inhalation not burning, but nonetheless knowing he had to suffer like that still to do this day, and it's been 10 years, breaks my heart. He was such a sweet boy, and I miss him so much. RIP Frisky.
Merilyn Horton 7 years ago
Crying: I’ve had a dozen cats during my 62 years, and have always had to make the horrible decision to send them off when their lives became burdensome to them. It was only 2 months ago that I held my precious Lulu in my arms as the vet ended her suffering. You are blessed beyond belief that your cat died a natural death in your presence.
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