whoever said life is fair was lying. the same goes for lightning never striking twice.

[primroseburrows]

This afternoon I found Natalie on the bathroom floor. I don't know if she was having a seizure or a heart attack or what, but one thing she wasn't doing was breathing. I'm pretty sure she wasn't choking on anything because I swept her mouth and didn't find anything, and she didn't even gag. I rushed her out the door and into the car, but she was gone before we reached the emergency vet. I think she was gone before I got her out the door.

This wasn't the sad but somehow peaceful scene like what happened with Stormy--this was sudden and unexpected and there was no time to say goodbye. Up to then Nat had been fine-- eating and sleeping and meowing and being herself. She may have been a tiny bit quieter today, but I'm just guessing, who knows? The vet at the emergency place said they couldn't tell what happened, but it could have been anything from a seizure to heart failure. It was over in seconds, and I have no idea how or why and I probably never will. I could have asked for an autopsy, but what would be the point? I keep feeling guilty even though I know I'm being stupid because she was loved and fed and petted and cared for.

And now I've lost two cats in less than a week. WTF, God?

I can't remember a time when there wasn't a cat in my life.

Comments

[starflowers.livejournal.com]

That's awful, I'm so so sorry. *hugs* But if I know anything about cats, I know that they've got a way of finding you when they need you, so I'm sure it won't be too long until you've got another cat in your life.

I'm also pretty sure that I don't know anyone who would have given a lucky cat the best and most loved life possible, so you don't need to feel guilty about that.

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

I figure another kitty will find me eventually, because for me not to have one puts the universe all off-kilter and stuff. *hugs back*