My husband and I adopted Bagheera a few months ago, or more accurately Bagheera adopted us. We went to Petsmart for cat food for our other cat, Rivan, and there was this beautiful, black, little four month old kitten in a cage that a nearby shelter had. We hadn't planned on getting a kitten, but he decided for us.
Throughout the few months we had him, he proved to be boisterous, mischievous, talkative, cuddly and everything else that makes a cat great. Bagheera bonded closely with Rivan and they were inseparable, always snoozing together, playing and cleaning one another.
Until yesterday.
Bagheera acted like his normal self all day Saturday. He was energetic, eating, playing, and in general getting into all the trouble a six month old kitten can get it's paws on. Saturday night, Bagheera and Rivan did their late night game of chase like always and I went to bed thinking all was well. My husband works nights, but Sunday morning when he came home Bagheera ran to the door to greet him and then ran to his "Pet ME!" chair and demanded my husband give him attention.
Less than an hour later, as my husband and I were getting ready to go out to breakfast, we hear a horrible, loud, howling meow. We ran into the bathroom to see Bagheera collapsed on the floor and not moving. He was barely breathing, so we checked to make sure he wasn't choking, but there wasn't anything we could see in his air way. We were afraid he was choking on vomit, so we lifted him butt above head at a 45 degree angle and vigorously (but gently) rubbed his chest. Nothing was working, and he had stopped breathing. We did CPR on him, but still there was no response. We realized he no longer had a heartbeat, and began sobbing.
Neither of us could stand the thought of him being cut up at that moment, so we decided to bury him on my Father's land under a Hibiscus. It's been 24 hours, and it all happened so suddenly and unexpectedly that it doesn't feel real. I keep expecting to see him everywhere I look.
Bagheera had a clean bill of health from the vet last month, and there were no symptoms or warnings before that horrible yowl when he collapsed.
Has anyone ever had an experience like this or know of something like this to the point you could give me an idea of what took our baby from us so unexpectedly?