Today marks the one-year anniversary of the death of our beloved cat, Chubbs. She used to belong to my husband's late grandmother. When I was unemployed, I would help take care of her. Months passed, and I started spending more time downstairs. Soon after, Chubbs started to act sluggish and didn't eat or drink. It was discovered that she had renal failure, so we had to put her down. She was 18 years old.

Although I still have 3 other cats and am over Chubbs's death, I still feel a little sad about it. The day she died, I cried my eyes out almost all day, because I knew it was my fault for leaving her alone, and that I would never see her again. The events of April 9 will forever be engrained in my mind, and I will think of Chubbs when that day comes again.

18 years is a long time for a Cat to live. This is because you loved Chubbs and took very good care of her.

Don't be too hard on yourself, you did a lovely job taking care of her - she had a good life, remember the good times.

It is so hard to when our pets passway. They give us unconditional love. Just remember the good times you had with Chubbs.

So very true Dark Witch. Been there myself so I know what it is like.

Hugs to you. I lost a beloved cat also, and I still think about him (I had him for 14 years) even though it was many years ago that he died. He was my companion when I had nobody else. He was an amazing soul.