Originally Posted by Maya

I had a cat named Minnie who my family adopted when I was 2 years old and she was 1 year old. I was still super small at the time and apparently she grew up thinking she was my mother. She would clean my hair, constantly attempt to protect me, etc. We were very very close. When she was 17 he started having seizures from time to time and it really worried me. One day I go to pick up my friend for our first date together. She gets in my car and we start driving to the restaurant and on the way I get a call from my mother that Minnie was having severe seizures and needed to be put down within the hour. She asked me if I wanted to be in the room for it and my heart screamed at me to be by her side. She and I were inseparable and it felt right that I be there for her in her last moments, but something compelled me to tell my mother "no, it would be too painful for me." I think I just didn't want to inconvenience this person who I was taking out on a date, but it is my biggest regret by a long shot. I still feel so awful that I couldn't be there for Minnie as she passed.