I used to sleep with my kitten Loki, and wake up with a little cat crap on the bed. Today I woke up to him eating and had to clean up another accident and went back to sleep. I woke up three hours later and still smelled the poop. Shaking out my covers, Loki fell out of them. I crushed my kitten in my sleep. He’s dead now and I couldn’t even do anything. He had burrowed himself under the blankets until he couldn’t physically touch me and was too buried to cause much noise. I feel terrible about it. I just killed an innocent living thing. I should have stayed up instead of falling asleep. I should have appreciated him more. But I can’t. And it is tearing me apart.

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