Two days ago, my grandmother accidentally killed Max, my nineteen week old kitten, when he got under a living room chair that she was rearranging in the living room and it fell on him and killed him instantly. We'd had him 11 weeks and all of us in the house were very attached to him and my grandmother blames herself for it happening, despite the fact it was an accident and I find myself going through a combination of sadness, denial, anger and depression. He was a constant presence in my bedroom, sleeping on various places in the room and the memories of him feel like they are going to overwhelm me. Our cat, Boots, whom we'd already had for over two years, keeps looking for Max, despite the fact they fought like crazy and she ended up cuddling agains my grandmother while they slept and she never does that. I know that it hasn't even been forty eight hours since Max died but it feels like the pain and sorrow I feel will never stop.