I'm just here contemplating the rest now. She was completely fine when I left for work, and last week she had a vet check with no issues. Came back and she greeted me as always, but had some trouble breathing. Took her to the vet, almost didn't make it and I think I sorta reanimated there on the ground in front of the vet who arrived shortly after since it was early morning. Pulmonary enema. She fought it, stood up a bit then suddenly the fight was over.
I live alone. I can't think of how I'll come back home to silence, no swinging tail, no water to change, not her bed where it always was and how my bed will feel endlessly big with the other pillow empty.
When I think my eyes must be dry, she reminds me my heart is not but it so fucking hurts.