Last Saturday I had one of the most devastating experiences of my life. My precious fur baby Bella passed away unexpectantly. I woke up that morning and saw she had labored breathing. I took her to the nearest vet immediately but before that added tremendous stress driving her in the car. Once there and after X-rays it was determined she had fluid in her lungs. How could this all be happening?? She has been healthy everyday of her life until now. After many hours of oxygen therapy and medicine she was looking better and they decided to release us home. It felt as if a weight was lifted when they said her color was back and her breathing was better. Once we got home, she did calm down and I was snuggling as much as I could with her. However, she wanted to be near me but yet by herself. Some hours went by and she seemed fine even eating and drinking. We thought what a wonderful sign!! who knew in a few hours she would take her last breath.
Believe me when I say she was the most amazing cat to me. We were inseparable at home....I couldn't even shut the bathroom door without her paw coming under the door and her trying to get beyond any barrier in our way. She slept with her head on my pillow and her paws wrapped around my arm or face. This fluff ball has made my life so happy for the past years and now I find myself looking for her around every corner. I call her name, feel her walking on the comforter, crying every moment that is now my reality. She gave so much of herself and everything about her was love. My chest feels heavy and I find everything in my life looks different. I was so blessed that we were together for the time we had and I would of never traded that.....but I just want her here and in my arms.
Everyone who says they have a perfect cat is absolutely right. I have read some discussions on others who have lost their companions and there is common heartache. At this moment I feel lost, heartbroken, lonely, wishful that one day I will see my previous Bella again.
