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I'm wrecked, absolutely wrecked....
This morning, friends that had come for the holidays (and brought their two dogs) were leaving, so we went out for a farewell breakfast. When I got home, the dog's had gotten out of the kitchen, and into where 2 cats were. I walked into the room and found my favorite cat of 14 yrs, Kimba, dead on the floor. No blood thank God, I probably would've thrown up immediately if it had been carnage. It seems that the dog got to her and shook her and either she broke her neck, or died of a heart attack, I don't know.
I felt awful for my friends, tried not to let them know how destroyed I was, cause they've got to feel horrible as well. The poor dog didn't know, he was just acting on instinct. I'm still really sick to my stomach.
I keep kicking myself with "if only"'s: If only I had double checked the door to make sure they had closed it. If only they had left at 6am as previously planned. If only I had suggested the dogs be crated before we left. If only Kimba had asked to go out cause it was such a mild day. If only we had put our dogs in with our cats, maybe the other dogs wouldn't have gotten to them, or maybe then one of my dogs would be dead. This is the worst I think I've ever felt in my entire life.
We're thinking this is for a future time when I'll think about double checking something for my daughter and instead of passing it off as "she'll be fine" I'll listen to my instincts and do it. In that light, if Kimba had to be the sacrifical lamb so to speak, to save my daughter, I'll thank her immensely someday when I see her again. I loved Kim so much.
She had 22 toes (I counted them again tonight to make sure I'd always remember ). All four of her paws were double paws. She looked like she had big mittens on her feet. She'd drool whenever she purred. She'd always sleep under the covers with me at night, and often all night long. Whenever I was on the computer, she was on my lap keeping me warm. She was an angel in kitty clothing. I've been crying all day. There will never be another like her. Oh but I will be hoping one will come close again.
Sorry this is so long. I'm still in shock. We had a candle light burial tonight and me, my mom and hubby were sobbing like maniacs in the back yard. The neighbors must wonder.
Here's a couple pics of her.
(This happened Tuesday, I wrote it on the old message board, but didn't want it to get lost, so copied over to the new board...)
This morning, friends that had come for the holidays (and brought their two dogs) were leaving, so we went out for a farewell breakfast. When I got home, the dog's had gotten out of the kitchen, and into where 2 cats were. I walked into the room and found my favorite cat of 14 yrs, Kimba, dead on the floor. No blood thank God, I probably would've thrown up immediately if it had been carnage. It seems that the dog got to her and shook her and either she broke her neck, or died of a heart attack, I don't know.
I felt awful for my friends, tried not to let them know how destroyed I was, cause they've got to feel horrible as well. The poor dog didn't know, he was just acting on instinct. I'm still really sick to my stomach.
I keep kicking myself with "if only"'s: If only I had double checked the door to make sure they had closed it. If only they had left at 6am as previously planned. If only I had suggested the dogs be crated before we left. If only Kimba had asked to go out cause it was such a mild day. If only we had put our dogs in with our cats, maybe the other dogs wouldn't have gotten to them, or maybe then one of my dogs would be dead. This is the worst I think I've ever felt in my entire life.
We're thinking this is for a future time when I'll think about double checking something for my daughter and instead of passing it off as "she'll be fine" I'll listen to my instincts and do it. In that light, if Kimba had to be the sacrifical lamb so to speak, to save my daughter, I'll thank her immensely someday when I see her again. I loved Kim so much.
She had 22 toes (I counted them again tonight to make sure I'd always remember ). All four of her paws were double paws. She looked like she had big mittens on her feet. She'd drool whenever she purred. She'd always sleep under the covers with me at night, and often all night long. Whenever I was on the computer, she was on my lap keeping me warm. She was an angel in kitty clothing. I've been crying all day. There will never be another like her. Oh but I will be hoping one will come close again.
Sorry this is so long. I'm still in shock. We had a candle light burial tonight and me, my mom and hubby were sobbing like maniacs in the back yard. The neighbors must wonder.
Here's a couple pics of her.
(This happened Tuesday, I wrote it on the old message board, but didn't want it to get lost, so copied over to the new board...)
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