Hi everyone, I am posting this because I am absolutely so so devastated at losing my baby girl yesterday that I don't know what to do, or how to help her brother Frank.
We got them in August from the same litter, they were both became very poorly and we were told they were older than they were. Frank ended up on a drip for a week and was touch and go but he managed to pull and fight through.
I have never had cats before, but now I could never live without them and don't know how I will without Bellaboodle as she always slept on my shoulder, would put a paw on my leg or arm when we watched tv and really, really completed our family.
They both went in to get "The Snip" on tuesday, were fine apart from a big groggy on tues eve and weds they started to nibble a bit at food and slowly come round. Then on thursday she took a turn for the worst and she had to use her whole body to breath, really unlike her and was so removed from us. We took her to the vets who said her glands were up, she was teething and maybe it was a little infection so gave her an anti-inflam shot and an strong antibiotic shot. That night she didn't come and sleep with me, so I woke up at 5 and found her in a ball freezing and really struggling to breath, panting. After a chest x-ray and bloods and various tests they told us it wasn't FIP but cancer on her lungs in front of her heart.
I held her little body whilst they put her to sleep and feel part of me died too. It all happened so so fast an in literally 24hours. Since being home I have been inconsolable. Never have I been so upset. We buried her the same day and I left a note with her telling her how beautiful she was, and how loving and that I'll never ever forget my baby girl, thinking that may help me deal with it a bit more but I'm still a mess. I really have tried to be strong for Frank, who can smell her on my clothes and in the cat box. I know he'll pick up our upset so have really really tried to play with him and be "normal"
I'm worried about him because he has literally gone mental. He was crying for her all night, sniffing everything frantically and generally been really really distressed. Running from room to room at a million miles an hour- like they used to do when they were play fighting. But she isn't there to chase him. Has this happened to anyone else? Does anything make it easier?
Thank you for any advice.