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I don't know where to put this, so I'm just going to put it here. I am just venting so I don't clog up the chat.

Yesterday Bean was given pentobarbital and died. He was diagnosed with osteosarcoma (bone cancer) just last week. I cannot stop crying. My face hurts from crying. My jaw aches from the tension I feel. I feel so hopeless and empty without my baby boy. I keep going outside to sit with him. Where I buried him. I feel like I killed him. I feel like he wasn't ready to die and he wanted to stay with me but I was influenced by the vet and my family to end his life early. He was still happy.

I keep feeling so horrible about how he died. He was given a shot of ketamine before the pentobarbital. The vet told me the first shot would make him "very sleepy" but that's not what ketamine does. I am terrified that he was scared but couldn't move. I am terrified he was afraid of the loud noise when they shaved his leg but he couldn't move. I am afraid he couldn't feel me touching him anymore when he died.

He was so special. He followed me everywhere. Before I moved to this weird town and stopped being a NEET, I used to go to the park every single day with him for hours and we would explore together and cuddle in the sunshine. That's how we spent his last day. I always thought that one day I would hike the Appalachian trail with him.

I hate that I did this so early. He was not suffering. He loved life. The weather just got nice. I should have given him a few more weeks of joy. I just want to hold him. My baby. My little baby Bean I miss you.

I feel disgusting because I wasn't a good cat mom to him. I found myself, in my depression and rage at myself and life, looking at him with annoyance and avoidance. I would do anything to take it back. I hate that I couldn't make it better for him. I couldn't cure his cancer. I just want my baby. I don't like thinking about him in the ground. I feel like he is suffocating. But I know he is gone. But I can't help thinking that. I want to dig him out. I want to sleep outside where I buried him.

 

[Pluto]

He was so special. He followed me everywhere. Before I moved to this weird town and stopped being a NEET, I used to go to the park every single day with him for hours and we would explore together and cuddle in the sunshine. That's how we spent his last day. I always thought that one day I would hike the Appalachian trail with him.

Sorry to learn of your loss of Bean. What a beautiful kitty he was!

In this world, there is no way for us to avoid sickness, age, and having to feel the pain of loss. And when it comes to truly loving another being, it is part of the deal to experience the full gamut of emotion. The love, the frustration, the laughter and the grief. It comes as one package.

I've mentioned my cat before. Regrettably, I didn't truly appreciate her until after she was gone. I came to realise that she was there for me as an unconditionally loving friend when I was otherwise surrounded by abusive people, as if a literal godsend. (And yes, this is also how I became a 'cat extremist'!)

Of all the being I would like to be reunited with in the afterlife, she is #1. If I could catnap with her again, I'd never need anything more. Speaking of which, if you're very open-minded, there have been numerous NDE reports involving people being reunited with pets. So I believe the story does have the happiest possible ending down the line. But for now, the grieving process must continue. Know that you are not alone.

 

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Are you really a dog lover in disguise OP. I can see your handle is that of a famous dog @Pluto