Possibly the worst week ever.
Willamina died in my lap in the back of my car at 4 in the morning outside my parents house. Poisoning(tainted cat food) or a twisted gut are suspected. She died howling and jerking around and her heart felt like a vibrator. The ground was too hard to dig in so I had to throw her in a dumpster across the street.
When I called the Animal ER around 3 they said I could probably wait until morning. Why didn't I just go and let her die a peaceful death?
I'll write more later, when I'm less numb. I don't even have a picture of her.