I killed DH's cat.
That's how it feels to me, anyway. What with everything else, I was overwhelmed and tried to cut things into smaller, easier-to-handle pieces. I needed to simplify. I insisted that she go to a new home, and DH bargained with my mom to have her take the cat. I wasn't too happy with it, as Mom already had 2 male cats and I didn't want to impose, but a 7-hour drive and a weekend later, we were cat-free.
She stopped eating.
Mom found her body by the dryer yesterday.
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I'm sorry for your loss.
About 16 months ago, I had to put one of our dogs to sleep. He was only 19 months old. But I couldn't handle his increasingly aggressive behavior, which included biting, and I couldn't handle the thought of him biting someone else. That step was one of the most difficult things I have ever done, but also one of the most necessary. It literally set me free.
The loss of a pet can be very difficult. Be kind to yourself. Find peace in your heart. Take care.
Oh my. I'm sorry.
You know, we had something similar. My husband's mom kept suggesting that we take one of their cats. My whole side of the family is deathly allergic, so it'd never work, so every time she suggested it, I kinda shrugged the suggestion off.
When the cat got into antifreeze and died, I felt a little bad that if we'd taken her, she might still be alive.
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