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I Accidentally Killed Our Sweet, Little Kitten and I Can't Forgive Myself


Johanna

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A rose is a rose is a rose. Accidents are accidents are accidents. I understand this all too well, but it doesn't make things any better. As pet owners, we all know that the absolute worst thing that could ever happen is accidentally killing our life companions. The blood on our hands, so to speak, doesn't wipe off easily if at all. Our minds go on a loop of could have, would have and should haves. The days that follow feel so cold with their absence, and knowing their abrupt demise was on your watch makes the atmosphere even colder. They did not deserve such an awful end, we tell ourselves. They really don't. No one does. But, it happens.

This is my story.

My daughter's nanny found an abandoned kitten a street or two away and brought it back to our doorstep. I jolted out of my nap when my husband told me that there was a kitten outside. She looked around two months old. We took her in and loved her as our own. Morrigan filled a certain space in our lives that made us feel complete. My husband, the dog person, even fell in love with her. Most of all, finally having a cat again made me so happy.

That was until one unfortunate Monday morning, almost two months later. I woke up to find Morrigan playfully biting my sleeping husband who was annoyed by the habit, and then moving on to my sleeping toddler's foot. She was in that painful biting phase and we were trying to discipline her. My lack of a morning person made me pick up the kitten and put her in a box. I thought I would leave her there for a very brief moment as I went to drink a glass of cold water and then go back to her immediately. But, when I did, I spaced out and forgot about my poor little kitty. It wasn't until 30-45 minutes later when I went to fill her food bowl did I realize that I left her in the box. I panicked and ran to get her out of the unventilated box only to find out I was too late. Her body was still warm but she hung lifelessly on my hands. I tried administering CPR but my efforts were futile as her brain would have already collapsed by the lack of oxygen. The nanny found me by the bathroom crying and screaming. My husband, who was awakened by my relentless bawling, came to comfort me and was also struck with grief. I held her to my chest the whole time.

I'm one of those pet owners who treat their pets as if they were their children. Morrigan was more than a family pet. She was my baby. And, I killed my baby.

When I finally gathered myself, I put together her belongings in a pretty shoebox where I also laid her to rest, all swaddled and snug in one of my baby's gauze cloths. We held a small funeral as we burried her by the tree in our secret garden, where I used to take her so she can graze on the vegetation.

I moved all of her photos and videos from our phones to a zip folder in my computer. I rearranged the space where her feeding station used to be. I wasn't getting rid of her, but I knew what I had to do to make moving on easier.

On our first night without Morrigan, I had a dream about her. It was one of those ethereal-esque dreams you have when someone close to you dies. I woke up with tears of joy.

That sense of relief didn't last long. Guilt, as we all know it, is a very powerful affliction. I was back in that cold place again. The tragic scenario played over and over in my head. I tried to go on with my day as usual, but I was dying inside. I didn't want to talk about it, thinking that dwelling upon it might make moving on harder. I feared that in a heated discussion of our grief, I would be blamed for her death, which I knew I deserved but couldn't bear to hear. So, I kept it all inside. But, silence reaches a point where it becomes deafening.

I was furious. I have been through a lot (a rich backstory that I won't discuss), but this by far is the worst thing that has ever happened to me... because this time, I brought it on to myself. Everything was just right. I had a beautiful family and she completed the picture. Above everything else, she filled a hole in my heart that I didn't even know was there (or refused to acknowledge). There was something about having a cat that made me whole.

After another restless night of tossing and turning, I got up and googled: "I accidentally killed my cat and I feel devastated and I don't know what to do." That's how I got here. Somehow, being able to write it down helped, but I know dark clouds may hover again some time soon. So, I'm taking it one day at a time.

To my daughter: I'm sorry that your best-kitty-friend, "Monggan" is not around to play with you anymore.

To my husband: I'm sorry. I know how much you loved her and I know you are just as heartbroken. Thank you for being my rock.

And, to my sweet, little Morrigan: I could never apologize enough. You were gone too soon, and I'm so sorry it had to happen that way.

I will miss having you perch on my shoulder as I do things. I will miss the funny way you look when you're pooping. I will miss how you follow us to the bathroom. I will miss separating the bigger pieces of your dry food from the small fish-shaped pieces and soaking them in water/milk so you can eat them easily. I will miss refilling your water bowl with clean tap water every couple of hours. I will miss fish day. I will miss watching you and my little girl, playing. I will miss giving you nice, warm baths and swaddling you after because you start shivering. I will miss how my husband tells you you look ugly and funny when you're wet from your bath. I will miss brushing your fur with a soft toothbrush. I will miss that one claw nail that was injured (pre-adoption) which took longer to grow than the rest. I will miss how you come running straight towards me when I call you. I will miss your baby kitty smell. I will miss your smooth, round belly. I will miss how you playfully bite my nose/chin and lick it immediately after. I will miss how you cuddle up with my hubby when he's sleeping. I will miss how you beg for food when we're eating, and how we pick you up and put you down when you get too close to the food. I will miss how my hubby falls for your cutie-patootie tactics and give you a sliver of chicken anyway. I will miss waking up and finding you somehow snuggled in between me and my hubby's embrace. I will miss everything about you. 

Mommy loves you so much. You were family and more. You made us very happy and we miss you dearly. You will always be in our hearts. ?

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My heart breaks for you Johanna. I am so sorry this accident happened. What we learn is an accident is just that. It is an accident. Thank you for sharing this with us. Do you have a picture of Morrigan that you could share? Hugs to you. 

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2 hours ago, Johanna said:

I got up and googled: "I accidentally killed my cat and I feel devastated and I don't know what to do." That's how I got here. Somehow, being able to write it down helped, but I know dark clouds may hover again some time soon. So, I'm taking it one day at a time.

So you already know that we understand, Johanna, and we are here to hurt with you. I am so sorry for your loss 

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Johanna,

I am so sorry about your kitten.  It is a terrible tragedy, your heart must be heavy.  I want to call attention to an article that I have found very helpful in pet loss, in particular, accidents.
http://media.wix.com/ugd/0dd4a5_e934e7f92d104d31bcb334d6c6d63974.pdf

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21 hours ago, Johanna said:

I moved all of her photos and videos from our phones to a zip folder in my computer. (...) I wasn't getting rid of her, but I knew what I had to do to make moving on easier.

I am truly grateful for your sympathy, all of you. Up until finding this support group, I was just heaving through stifled tears. Morrigan's abrupt passing was a blind act of negligence that led to a heart-rending tragedy.

Among others, this dreadful incident has taught me a lesson that seems comically and painfully banal, but sensible nonetheless: that we should take it slowly while gathering our consciousness after waking from deep slumber. You'll never know when simply floundering over things after just getting out of bed can have a disastrous consequence. This was a cautionary tale. ?

Hopefully soon, I will be able to forgive myself entirely.
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Be kind and gentle with yourself, even as you would a friend or your husband

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  • 3 years later...

I woke up this morning to find out I had crushed my 6 week old kitten in my sleep. She was so precious, loveable, and playful :( She was a Calico with the prettiest blue eyes. I've been bawling my eyes out all day. I cant eat and I cant sleep. It was an accident but I don't think i'll ever be able to forgive myself. I'm a lonely guy and my kittys are my babies. I just feel so lost and wish I could go back in time to stop this from happening. 

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I am so sorry.  I don't sleep with my pets because of this, I've heard people have done it to their babies as well, so they always slept in their own bed.  I'm sure it was quite a shock and heartbreaking to discover, I am so sorry!  No matter how or when we lose them, it's hard.

I hope you will read the articles linked in this thread.

 

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