So, most of us have had it happen. A beloved pet dead. This morning I went through that very same thing. I woke up to find my cat, Azrael dead. He couldn't have been gone long for he didn't have the stiffs yet but it was still shocking to see it. I thought he was fine. I even sat there a moment hoping he wasn't dead, regardless of the fact that I knew he was. Maybe I was just letting it sink in because after about 4 minutes of staring at him, I burst in to tears.
Chris consoled me untill we took him to the vet to be creamated. When we found out that a serious flee infestation caused the death, he burst in to tears, saying he'd caused the death through selfishness. Well, ok, we had taken the cats to the vet and the vet had recomended to get some flea stuff but Chris said we couldn't afford it (even though he had money in his savings from a lawsuit).
So, now we morn for the lost pet. At least we still have Tigger. We'll probably get another cat soon since I don't want tigger to be alone. But untill then, it's going to be hard.