Hi everyone,
I lost my Maine Coon named Serenity suddenly on Tuesday and I'm having a very very hard time getting over it. After getting my first place and being alone when I got home from work I decided I wanted a pet to come home to. I've always wanted a Maine Coon so I found a breeder and picked the most adorable female they had. The breeder was around 45 minutes away and I got to hear her cry the entire way home, and it's been love every one of the 11 years since. She was sort of a pain in the butt but she matched my personality perfectly. I called her my pretty girl and a diva, she would only let you pet her for a short period of time. Sometimes you would barely see her unless she decided to grace you with her presence. Just this past year or so she had become a little more outgoing, I've been wondering if that was a sign.
This year was very busy for me. In the summer I got very sick and was in the hospital for a couple weeks. A month after that I was married and off to a 12 day honeymoon. I hadn't noticed anything wrong with her until we got back, she was getting really skinny. We made plans to take her to the vet but weren't overly concerned since she was acting like normal, running around and letting us pet and play with her. It was Tuesday that we found her inside the cat condo not moving much and breathing very heavily. We took her to the vet immediately where x-rays revealed a large malignant mass and a bronchial infection in her lungs. The vet put her on oxygen but told us it wasn't good as her lungs were only functioning at 40%. The vet put her on steroids and a bronchodilator, he said he would do that every 4 hours so my wife took me to work and she went home. She came back to check on her after 4 hours and the vet said she was getting worse. She picked me up to go back to the vet but we didn't make it there in time, she passed away with neither of us there. That's what kills me, I wasn't there for her and all I can remember is how scared she was. Over and over in my head I think of all the things I could have done differently. It's tearing away at me, I feel like I don't want to be in a world without her. Obviously I knew this would happen one day, but 11 years was not enough time. I loved her so much and I don't know what I can do to get over her passing.