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Originally Posted by Breny  Thank you all so much for your support! Its just so hard to accept when bad things happen and to know its my fault 
If I had never let him go outside, nothing would have attack him and then he wouldn't have had a stroke
I'm being there for him no matter what. I just hold him and tell him he's going to pull thru this. I carry him thru the house and show him around so he's just not in one place.
I remember when he was little I used to carry him everywhere and he really liked me to do that and he would reach out and touch things  |
Its not your fault at all. You were doing what you thought was best for your baby, just like we all do every day.
My cat, Zeb, loved being outside, so as he began to age, we decided to let him have his lifelong wish to come and go as he chose (he always found his way back to my bed at night, though). I got him when I was two, and he disappeared when I was eighteen, a week after I moved out of my house to college. He wasn't sick, and didn't show any signs of being elderly, and I knew what had happened. (Coyotes). However, I still feel that he died being a "free" cat, and that was worth it, even though I could have prevented his death by cooping him up inside. I don't know if you can relate at all, but I thought I'd share.
You really are in my thoughts and prayers.