Well, I guess the title is self explanatory. My cat passed away this morning.
It started yesterday, really, when my mom went out in the yard to water flowers, and saw her sitting on the steps meowing. My mom thought she was just being talkative, so she sat down beside her and petted her. She then noticed that she had some kind of wound in her side, and thought she had gotten into a fight, so she brought her inside, and noticed that she was paralyzed from pretty much the waist down. My mom took Sassy to the vet, and they x-rayed her, only to find some pretty disturbing news.
There was a bullet lodged in her spine.
A goddamn, fucking, bullet.
Do you see what that means? Some asshole or another was probably messing around with a gun, and shot someone's cat. Let me remind you that I live in a pretty urban area, and firearms aren't really easy to acquire.
Well, anyway, her spinal cord was severed, so the surgeon said surgery was't an option. She had absolutely no feeling in her lower body, and didn't have control over her bladder or bowls. Really, our only option was to put her down.
So, we took her home that night, and spent our last night with her. God, it was probably the most depressing thing I've ever witnessed. She could drag herself around by her front legs, but we could tell she was in pain. She wasn't acting like herself. I couldn't even sleep upstairs with her that night, it was just way too hard for me.

The next morning, she was put down. I cried more than I have ever cried in years. Yet, the realization still hasn't really hit me. I still see her, half of me still thinks she'll greet me when I come home. But I know that will never happen, I know that she's gone, forever.

I'm sorry for dumping this all on you guys, but I'd just like to let you all know what I'm going through right now.

I hope you all are well.