My cat would have been 12 this October. He passed away suddenly, and unexpectedly when a mountain lion took him off the deck at my parents house. This is my first time dealing with the loss of a pet. I knew it would be difficult to lose Cos, however, I thought I at least had a few more years with him.
I feel guilty for not spending as much time with him when I went to college. I feel angry that we couldn't find the mountain lion and kill it. I feel like if I keep wishing, he'll come home. We never found any remains. I'm putting up a memorial with a plaque for him under his favorite tree.