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GrievingPetMother22

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  1. I accidentally killed my cat. My sweet, sweet baby. My cuddle bug. My darling, my princess. My cutie. My fuzzy. I had a basket full of clean clothes that had been sitting crumpled up for a couple days. This happens often because no one likes the tedious task of folding clothes. So, I went to the laundry room (which is right outside my bedroom) and tossed these clothes in the dryer. I walked back to the bedroom to see if my boyfriend had anything else that needed to be tossed in, but he didn’t. So, I went back to the laundry room, closed the door, and started the dryer. Nothing was abnormal. I didn’t hear anything up until the very end... The time was almost up, and I started to hear a banging sound. I use dryer balls, so I’m used to that type of noise. It seemed a little louder than normal though. So, I turned off the dryer, opened it, and saw the most horrific sight that sent me into shock. My sweet 7 year old baby was there dead.... I feel so guilty. It’s my fault. I’m the one who decided to put those clothes in there. I’m the one who closed the door and started it. Like I said, I heard nothing abnormal upon starting the dryer. No loud banging, no meow for help. I thought everything was normal. Why didn’t I hear something at first? Why was there no noise? I hear that cats can get in dyers and washing machines, but she never did! Maybe a few times when she was a kitten, but I shooed her out back then. She never made a habit of it. I never had to worry about her doing that. So why this time? I still should have looked and checked, right? Why didn’t I? I don’t know how to live with this grief and guilt. I loved her so So SO much! She was my daughter. I always called her that. I can’t stop crying. I keep praying. My boyfriend tells me it was an accident, but still... her blood is on my hands. How can one move forward from this? I had pets growing up, but she was my first. When I moved out for college, she was my first pet I got. I found her wandering around my apartment complex and took her in. She was about a year old when I found her, and I’ve had her for 6 years. My heart is broken. My baby is gone, and it’s my fault.
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