My cat Bobbie passed on Saturday and I am a mess. She was laying on a sleeping bag in the garage and she wouldn't get up. I talked to her for a while, then she meowed but no sound came out. There was blood on the sleeping bag and I felt she was dying, did not want to take her to the vet as I just thought she doesn't seem to be in pain, and I hoped she would get up, but she didn't. I dug a big hole in the yard for her. I kept checking to see if she was breathing, and she was. I asked my husband to go check on her, and he said she wasn't breathing so I asked him to put her in the hole, and I would cover her up, which I did.
She was such a sweet gentle soul she is so missed, I cry a lot. She never hurt anyone and was always a welcome sight after work, and this is a huge trauma to me.
Having a lot of trouble with my relationships, lashing out at a coworker today, and being unkind to my husband. I just want her here and hug her.