My cat, Sigfried, is dead and I can't believe it. He wasn't even four years old. I came downstairs yesterday morning to let the dogs out and he was lying on the floor. I thought he was sleeping but then saw his eyes were open and he wasn't breathing. My poor baby.
I took him to the vet and had a PM- turns out he had thickening of the heart walls and had a stroke. He didn't suffer (Thank God)but I had no warning and didn't get to say goodbye...
My Sigfried, I will miss you so much. There is a hole in our household now that will never be filled. McDougal misses his special buddy and Spooky is looking for you everywhere. We keep waiting for you to come over when we feed the baby (he loved to eat baby food and always got to lick the bowl). I slept with my legs curled up so you could have your spot on the bed, but there was no familiar weight of your head on my feet. My little vegetarian cat, Daddy was saving you some beans last night when he realized you are no longer with us-and he cried too even though you were always testing his patience. We miss you beyond words and I don't know who will chase the moths that get into the house. The little squirrel who comes to the porch every day to taunt you looked through the window this morning but you weren't there. You were the only cat I've ever known who loved to play fetch. We love you Sigglesworth, rest in peace.
I see that yesterday was a day of loss for many people and my heart goes out to you. I can't believe how painful this is and how terribly, terribly sad I am, and how sad you must be too.
