My cat passed away on Tuesday. Monday evening when we got home, she was so sick she could barely walk. I did not expect her to live through the night. Tuesday morning in the wee hours, she managed to climb up on the bed and cuddle with me, which I am so grateful for. When I got up for work, she ate a little bit. My heart wanted me to stay at home with her, but I couldn't. I've missed so much work for my own medical reasons. So I went to work. We believe she passed away shortly after I left because when DH got home from work, he said she was long gone.
I am grateful she was only that sick and disabled for less than 24 hours, and I'm grateful I got to spend one more night cuddling with her, as I have almost every night for the past 18+ years. But I feel awful that I was not with her when she passed away.
The house feels so empty now.