Jericho died yesterday morning
When we got up in the morning Jim went downstairs before me, and found him lying in the kitchen doorway. At first he thought he was asleep, but then he realised that he wasn't breathing and that was when he called me.
I couldn't believe what he was telling me, and I ran downstairs. I was kneeling by Jericho and stroking him and talking to him, but I could tell that he was gone.
He was our youngest, only 3 years old, and so full of life. He had only been with us 5 weeks and had just settled into the family. Everything was going so well.
We rang our vet, and he told us to bring Jerry in later in the morning. He said that Jerry had had a heart attack. He said that occasionally cats of Jericho's age can die from an undetected heart problem, and that there was nothing we could have done about it.
We didn't see anything wrong - no symptoms to indicate that anything was wrong at all.
We were so happy. Jerry had given us that again. I don't understand anything any more. Why? Why our Jerrykins? He was only 3?
I'm so so sorry