.... and i am still sick about it. My cat, Boxer, was a rescue cat. I found her in a box of donated clothing at the thrift store i was working at(about 4yrs ago), hence the name. She wasn't too bright and often we would have to go looking for her because she was stuck in the dresser, or the cupboard, or wherever. Over the last year, she started wanting to adventure outside, like our other cat, but she always stayed by the house and never left the yard.Last week, i noticed a nasty wound on her shoulder- looked like a bite. i decided to take both cats to vet- the other gets steroid shots regularly. It is such a chore to get them to the vet i called a friend over to help me. They will not go into a pet carrier AT ALL, so we usually wrap them in a towel and carry them in. In the past, this had never been a problem, but we also only brought casper, this was first time to bring both. But this particular day, the office ladies said we needed to put them in a pet carrier. Both cats were distressed by this time and my friend made it worse by manhandling boxer trying to get control over her. I was upset and yelled at him to STOP and i would take them back to the car until dr could see us. I took boxer out first, then casper. when i opened up the door to put casper in, boxer jumped out of the car and took off full speed across the parking lot. I called her but she wouldn't stop. i saw her stop halfway across the parking lot and crane her head to look around ( i know she was looking for the house
) She ran across a side street and started running on the grass along the busy street. when she got close to the fence on the corner, a dog on the other side started barking so she veered left right out into the street and under the wheels of a car. My friend had taken off down the street to try to catch her and this happened right in front of him.I almost threw up i was so shocked, i started sobbing.My friend went back inside and got a box, and he scooped her up from the street so we could bring her home and bury her. This happened almost 2 weeks ago. I prayed, i told God I was so sorry- even though this was an awful accident i should have had better forethought. I hold the vet to blame as much as myself though, for their lack of sensitivity towards my pets needs. I asked my friend if they felt bad when he went in to get a box and he said yes. I said good, i was satisfied by that and able to forgive them, even though i will never go back there.
But i am having a hard time forgiving myself. I miss her because she loved only me in the house and she was such a pest she would always lay on me where i had to push her off. i thought about going to get another cat to fill this void and probably eventually will.
Can anyone else relate? Have you ever been responsible for the death of your pet? How do you deal with this? how can i find a way to forgive myself so i am not so sad ? -Kim
( sorry this is so long and thanks for your time
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