this happened to me before. we moved house and had to give away my two cats. it was the hardest thing ever and took me a while to get over. All you can really do is give it time.

I had to put my cat down due to cancer about 8 years ago now. I still want to cry when I think about it. It gets easier but it will always be a part of you!

We got our cat because it was a neighborhood stray that was clearly abused. It took a lot of work to get her to trust us, but when she did, it made us love her so much more. She was an outside cat because my dad is allergic but every time we came home, she would greet us! She got cancer on her nose and stopped eating her food. When we put her down, she wanted to sit in my lap. The vet made me put her back on the table for her final shot and she was looking at my the whole time. Heartbreaking, but I get comfort in knowing that I was with her!

Don't hold it in. Talk about it with a friend. I might be to hard to talk about it with your family at first because they all have their own ways of grieving. My family talks about it now, but it took us some time! Most people know what the lose of a pet is like and will understand!

When your ready, think about adding another member to the family! We put our dog down a few years ago and it took us a couple of years before we were ready to own another dog. Now I have 2 and they have their way of lifting your spirits!

We had to put my dog I had since I was 6 down almost 2 years ago. We had no idea what exactly was wrong with her, but she was blind, possibly deaf, on dialysis a few days a week, and had dementia. She dropped down from 26 pounds to around 14, and we had to hand feed her mushed up food by hand because she couldn't stand up long enough. Which meant she would have an accident, fall, and slip around in her own waste, and work herself up into a panic until someone got home to clean her up. I think we knew it was time to put her down because we had to put her on sedatives for the night because she would fall and would whine and wake everyone up because she couldn't get up. The night we had her on sedatives was the most peaceful night she had in months, and she actually fell asleep in my arms. She was too fiesty of a dog for anyone to hold, and that's how we knew it was time.
Just know you did the right thing. My friend's cat's cancer was detected, and I think the following day they decided to put her down because it was so advanced and she would only have a few months to live. Those few months of misery are no way for any animal to live. The only thing that helps, I think, is time. Even almost two years since we put Pepper down, it still hurts to remember. I don't think anything else helps other than time.

I had to put my dog down when I was in the 5th grade, and it's been almost 6 years since then. She was put down due to cancer and hip dysplasia. She was 12 at the time, and I was 9 years old. So, I had always had her in my life from the day I came home from the hospital. My parents are divorced, and my dad had asked my mom if he could take me a day early after my basketball game, when he told her why, she told him sure. But she wouldn't tell me why yet.
So the next day I went to my basketball game, and we won. I was overjoyed, and on my way back to my dad's house, he turned around and told me the bad news. Dixie was going to be put down. My entire world froze, I remember everything, exactly where we were on the road, and the McDonalds napkins he gave me to dry my eyes.
I spent that night on the floor with my dog, memorizing how her fur and collar felt, and how she smelled. My family just looked at me sadly, as I cried my eyes out with her. I had at least 3 hours with her, but it flew by and felt more like 30 minutes. I gave her one last hug and walked away with my dad to go back to my moms house. My mom had pulled out a picture of Dixie for me to bring to school the next day.
To this day, almost 6 years later, when I'm going into the 11th grade, I still cry over her. I miss her terribly, even though I was still so young when she died. She was probably the best dog I'll ever have.
So all in all, you never really get over the death of your pet, you just learn with ways to deal with it. I had another dog at my moms house when that dog died, so I had another dog for comfort, and my dad also had a cat that was Dixie's best friend.
Good luck with this though.

Eek! I dealt with the same thing just about...

After school in the 4th grade My friends were giving away a litter of kittens, and myself being a cat lover convinced my mom to let me take one home. We took home the runt of the litter with two extra toes on his front paws...I named him Coco.

I pretty much raised him myself- I've been puked, pooed and peed on haha. This cat became apart of my life litterally...our relationship was so tight that he would follow me everywhere, stand on his hind legs and beg for a hug, and when we hugged he would wrap his paws around my neck like a baby.

The number one thing that showed proof of our relationship would be the one time i left for guatemala for a mission trip...and I never told him goodbye...and my parents forgot to let him in before we left (my grandparents were taking care of the animals too and left food outside for him just in case) truth is...he didn't come back even when i got home. My grandpa said he didn't see him and the food was stale and being carried away by ants. (I was only gone for a week)

Two weeks later he showed up at the door starved to the bone...he was so skinny. He went looking for me everywhere in the neighborhood, i have no idea how far he actually went!

And then it happend again...I left for a concert without telling him goodbye, and he went out again to look for me..three weeks later he finally came back...but with a shattered leg! All i could do was kiss him all over telling him i loved him over and over again.

Dad took him to the vets and said i couldnt come- I knew why...I cried all night and called over and over again to check up on him...and then...around midnight...my dad showed up empty handed...i never saw my dad cry before in my life...he held me so tightly- sobbing greatly.

I was up til 4 am crying...and went to school the next day tired and depressed...My dad had put my cat to sleep...after 7 years of being with that cat...it litterally tore me to shreds. September 13th, 2005 my cat, Coco was put to sleep.

I know how it feels, believe me. But Girl...Just remember the good times you had with your cat...and know that there is no more pain. Sometimes i cry every now and then, but you got to move on with your life. <3