I am so devastated, I can't see straight.
I was sitting in my living room Thursday evening, in my recliner, unaware that my kitten had crawled up under my chair. When I reclined, I crushed my 11-week old kitten, breaking his back, and killing him instantly. It's now after 4:00am Friday and I'm still up.
I can't sleep due to the level of grief I'm dealing with. The tears will not stop.
I got this little guy, who we named Truffles, only 3-weeks ago. He was purchased from our local Humane Society after I was forced to put down my beloved cat Pickie due to him having Cancer. My remaining cat, Baybe, was very distressed over the loss of Pickie and continued to display her grief by slamming her body against the wall and wailing out loud like she was wounded.
I wasn't prepared, mentally, to get another cat quite so fast but less than one-week after having Pickie put down, I made the decision to get Truffles in order to help Baybe handle Pickies death. I had a feeling getting a new kitty would help her to deal. And it worked.
Now...Truffles is gone.
The fact that I caused this, accidentally or not, is absolutely so hard to deal with. I don't know how to handle the loss of 2-cats in less than 1-month.
I also don't know if I should try getting another kitten or not. I'm so ill over this happening.