Jack And Puck Options

[Jack n Puck'...]

Jack is my loving 2 year old orange tabby who came to me at 6 weeks old, hungry and scared. Puck is my loving 11month old baby who was saved from a mother that deserted him at 1 week old. Both of these boys stole my heart the moment our eyes met. My Jack is in the world somewhere alone, he hasn't been seen in 12 days... and my Puck was buried on Monday morning. I can still have hope that Jack will find his way home but what is killing my heart is knowing Puck will not ever run thru the house, chase his toys, allow me to pet him again. It hurts so bad I can hardly stand it, I cry, I can't focus, trying to work is nearly impossible. I feel like I let him down, he was droopy last week and I thought he missed his brother Jack, he had a fever on Sunday and I thought "I'll take him to the Vet in the morning" he didn't hold on that long. I still can't believe it, how could he leave so quickly, how could a fever one day take him away, how did I not know, why did I wait, did he suffer... my heart hurts, I can't stop thinking of "what if"... when will this stop hurting?