I feel it important to add that there is nothing at all romantic about contemplating suicide, and nothing inevitable about committing the ultimate sacrifice.
I entered detox shortly after my attempt. My cat, Petey, died just a couple of days later while under the tender loving care of my sister. His heart and mine were both broken by the death of his litter mate, Sophie, about eight months earlier. My sister told me that he stuck around long enough for me to get sober.