Seeing your pet dead hurts so much. 16 years we were friends with my cat and she was always protecting me from people when I was a baby. She hated being touched but not once did she lose her temper with me when I would play with her as an annoying little kid. She loved me and would always wait at the door when she heard my steps in the hall.
I miss her. She lived 20 years, strong and a lone cat, only got along with one cat and that was her sister who died when she was still young.
I loved her.
My dog died suddenly while I was at the beach. Only my dad was there when he had to be put down.
The only nightmare I ever have, is a recurring one where my cats are fatally injured, from either me or a car. Sad stuff. I can watch countless deaths and suicides of people and not feel so bad, but I can't even watch a dog or cat die. It's just too sad.
I ******* love my cats, but about 3 months ago one of my cats disappeared. We looked everywhere for him. After a couple of weeks we decided that he must have been run over/attacked by a fox etc. I was devastated and I mourned him, he was the most amazing cat, properly strange and twisted (he was rescued as a kitten from a pig pen where he had to fight pigs for food), he was the most ******* hilarious cat. I was truly crushed. Over time however I recovered, and after 2 months it didn't burn so badly. So you can imagine my surprise when he walked through my front door 2 weeks ago and acted like nothing happened. I've never been so happy. I got my cat back! I just wanted to give people a smile rather than a feel.
I had a cat named Mister Kitty when I was younger. He would go outside and disappear for a few hours up to a a few days. One day, as I was getting off of the school bus, I saw him running off into the woods that are behind my house, haven't seen him since. That was in '08.
I remember when I had just turned twelve, I was on a Summer vacation with my friend in Myrtle Beach, SC. My birthday was on a Wednesday, when I was still in Myrtle Beach, and I would go back home the following Friday. I hadn't seen my two cats, Princess and Charming, all week. When I finally returned home on Friday, the first thing I did was look for my cats. I could only find Charming. Princess was an expert at hiding around the house, so I knew what was up. Every time I would mention her name, my Mom would just sort of give me this odd look. She told me Princess had died two days prior to my return. She was acting odd and my Mom knew something was wrong, so she took her to the vet, but Princess had to be put down. I felt like I never really got to say goodbye. Our pets are more than just pets, they're our family. I love you, Princess.
TL;DR My cat died on my birthday.