my baby

My mom e-mailed me tonight to tell me my cat has had another seizure, a pretty bad one. She had one on Sunday as well, which was the day after I left. She didn't have one for the 3 weeks I was home. Three whole weeks. I can't help but feel like my Baby needs me and is better when I am there and my leaving her has made it progress and after 18 and a half years, most of my life, I won't be there to say a final farewell. I know it's not my fault, I know I can't just go home...but I feel guilty and sort of sick to my stomach since my mom told me. Oye. I'm so sorry, Baby.