So Thursday my cat Snowball died in the hospital from a cardiac arrest, just hours after my mom and I had left visiting her. Before then, she was admitted Sunday and we found out she had pancreatitis and hepatic lipodosis (fatty liver syndrome), which is common in cats and 90% reversable. She had to be force-fed via a nasoesophogeal tube since she won't eat on her own. She also had nutrients fed to her through an I.V. But they also found out she had a low red blood count and might need a transfusion.
The way my mom was crying after she heard the news later that night, I swear I've never heard anyone IRL or on TV cry that violently before. It will scar me for the rest of my life. Then she came up the stairs fast before I had the chance to go down, and we sat down on my bed and hugged each other while crying, step-dad standing over us seemingly emotionless, but probably just wasn't showing it like us. I was more focused on how her crying sounded than my cat at first.
I wasn't really crying at first because it was just too hard to believe. But I did let a little out, but not until I was left alone when I did it full-force.
We visited her every single day in the hospital since Sunday and gave her all our attention and comfort, and the last place she was before we set her back in her cage before her death, was on my lap.
I had her since 2003 when she was about 1 year-old. She was my first cat and my first personal pet, she inspired my fursona and we had a very strong and special bond with each other. She was very affectionate and friendly, lazy and prissy. Since this is my first major death since my step-grandmom's in December 2006, I'm not really used to these things, and I can't stop thinking about this and obsessing over it. It's making me feel lonely and depressed with her gone now.
Anyone have any advice on how I could stop obsessing and feeling down? Or is it just a thing that will pass over time?