RIP, my beautiful girl

A few days ago, Nellie stopped eating and doing all of the other lovely kitty things she does. In over four years as her human mom, she had never been sick and I never needed to take her to the vet after she was adopted except for one brief checkup before we took her home.
The vet told me since it was so sudden, it was probably not too serious and I could wait to bring her in until I got paid in just two days - knowing I probably couldn't pay the exorbinant rates for whatever they were going to do to her. The vet recommended I feed her baby food through a syringe - which normally Nellie would never stand for. But she let me feed her that way and give her medicine. That's when I knew it was bad. But she got some food inside her tummy and was resting. She was sleeping when she suddenly woke up, wobbled (she had never done that before either) to the water bowl, and fell facefirst into it. Instantly I grabbed her and my purse and headed to the only veterinary ER that was open at 1 a.m. Before we arrived, she died in my arms.
Nellie was a good cat. She comforted me, protected me and loved me unconditionally. I miss her more than I can say. This apartment is empty and alone, and there is no sweet kitty to welcome me home at the end of a long day. I love her so much. I only hope she knows I did all that I could.
Rest in Peace, sweetheart.
Love, Hillary

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