Hi. I came here hoping for a little peace. My family adopted a beautiful, sweet Maine Coon mix December of 2014. My boyfriend paid the fees as my daughters Christmas gift. We fell in love. Houdini was the sweetest cat, so loving and trusting. We adored him. This past weekend, we combined families and moved in with my boyfriend, who has a pit bull mix. I researched and researched the best way to move Houdini so he would be safe and not have too much anxiety, I did everything I could. I set up my daughters room, which is where he typically slept, first, put all of his items in there, brought him and had him in the room with the door closed so he could get used to things slowly. He adjusted well. We put up a baby gate so the dog couldn't get in the room, when we were home, we would once in awhile, open the door and allow them to see each other. Otherwise the door was closed. We were going to slowly introduce them by having them eat with the gate between them bringing their food closer and closer together until they were more comfortable. Monday night, my daughter left her bedroom door cracked. She thought Houdini would
Be too scared to go out. He wasn't. Around 4:30
In the morning, I heard noises. I jumped out of bed, as did my boyfriend. When we found Houdini, the dog had gotten him and he was clearly badly injured, lying in his own urine. I scooped him up and rushed him to the animal hospital. After a day of stabilizing and surgery, the internal injuries were just too severe and Houdini gave up the fight. I am so struggling with this loss, with the images, with the unfairness of him losing his life in such a horrific way. I have guilt, anger, and severe depression. I don't know how to come back from this. Please,
Any advice anyone had would be so appreciated.