I lost my cat and I can't stop crying and thinking about him what should I do?
By BREAKING NEWS - April 20, 2021
My cat died a few days ago, and it was heartbreaking. I was sitting next to him, and he was just playing on his hand. Since he was sick, I assumed it was usual. But I thought he was bombing, so I let out a hysterical scream. He then started howling at me. I think he was scared because he saw me sob so loudly. Or he may have been announcing to me that he was going to die and that he would be fine.
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I noticed that he didn't move much after that for a couple of hours. I kept trying to get him to shift a little. I was pitiful and terrified. I returned to keep an eye on him after getting ready to take him to the vet. His heart and breathing both came to a stop. I burst into the most heartfelt sob I'd ever heard. I had been heartbroken for a long time. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. He was one of my closest friends. I really can't seem to get over it. I'm in tears just reading this. Please, somebody, make me feel better.
Do you have any idea what was wrong with him? All comes to an end, that is a sad fact. Furthermore, our little fuzzy family has only a brief life (contrasted with our own). When you accept responsibility for a pet, you must also accept that it may die at some point, and if it is in pain, you may be the one who urges the vet to kill her rather than allowing her to suffer.
Knowing this, you can then give your pet the best life possible while she is still alive, showering it with affection and delicacy, and appreciating their willingness to give their life to you. When it comes to kicking the bucket, felines are very good at not wanting to make anyone feel sorry for them; if they are in pain, they try to tolerate it quietly, and they sometimes hide in places where they can't be seen. Despite the fact that he was wiped out and passing away, your feline yowled to let you know he's fine and ready to die. I believe that a much-loved fuzzy love should be mourned.
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If you didn't feel bad when they died, that means they didn't mean anything to you. Allow yourself to be sad because your feline deserves to be missed. Over time, you'll miss and adore him, and you'll be sad that he's gone, but you'll remember the good times, the nice times, and you'll feel him cuddling in your heart because he'll still be there. Furthermore, when you gave him your undivided attention this life, he taught you how to think about a feline, which you can pass on to another feline in need of your love and care.
I'm devastated by your misfortune. Since I moved to another state, I needed to find a new home for my felines. I'm not sure if they're still alive, which makes me feel truly pitiful. I'm glad you had the chance to say goodbye to your exceptional companion. It's also good to weep and just let it all out, even though it lasts a long time. It's better to let go of the rest of the anger than to keep it bottled up. Hold your feline in your mind's eye, and do so on a regular basis. It will be difficult at first, and you can feel as though you can't move on without him nearby.
Try adopting another feline, but not as a replacement, to help fill the hole in your heart. It could help you feel a lot better. I'm so sorry for your misfortune once more.
I'm heartbroken. It's heartbreaking to see any creature in pain. My cat is incredibly elderly, and my father thinks she will pass away any day now. I'm scared and depressed because I love my feline. I was thinking about this the other night and started crying. It's a terrible situation, and I don't want her to die, but I thought about it, and if she survives, I'm going to let her go, even though I'll miss her terribly. I need to accept the fact that she will die one day, and so will we. She is not going anywhere until the end of time.
You'll see her/him again if you have confidence in Heaven. It's difficult to say goodbye, but you'll see her/him again. It hurts a lot to realize she won't be around much longer. She'll be happier in Heaven, though. I lost a dog a year ago. It was my sibling's hound, but he was working out of town, so we kept an eye on him. I was out shopping with my mother and sister one night when my father came across him.
He has a desire to be outside of his enclosure. So, my father couldn't go look for him (for personal reasons), and he knew he'd be back. - I'm running out of room.
