It’s now 8am as I type this, I woke up at 7am today to my cat making some strange noises. At first I figured it was my brother’s cat fighting with him because they did that sometimes, but the noises only got stranger.

He was in the kitchen, laying in front of the fridge, and any attempt to move him caused him to start yowling in pain. We thought he’d broken something at first, he was over weight and it was always a concern. But we couldn’t find any signs of physical injury.

It turned out to be something a lot worse, he didn’t make it to the vet. It happened so fast, he was alive when I went across the hall to my grandfather’s for the cat carrier and money for the vet, and dead when I got back.

I wish there was something I could do, but there was nothing, I feel like he was gone before I had any chance.