
Originally Posted by
cfiler
At 1:00am on thurday, I took my GF and her cat down to the vet. The cat was VERY sick, was having problems with his kidneys, and his bladder. He would have needed to have half of his penis amplitated, and kidney surgery, with not a very good chance of him surviving. There was a good chance that the problem would resurface even after surgery.
Because of all the pain he was in, he was put down.
So my GF had been pretty upset lately. I don't know how to feel. When he was alive, that cat drove me up the wall. Now with him gone I kinda miss the little bastard. I don't know why. I really hated the cat when he was alive.
Maybe it was because even though he was bad company, he was still company? Maybe it's guilt, that if I had known he was dieing, I wouold have taken him to the vet sooner, or atleast been more nice around him. Instead of ignoring him all the time, like I have been.
Has anyone ever had that, when someone (or something) they HATE, dies, and then they feel guilty or bad about it.