Rest in peace, Brother Cat

Mom has passed, left in the early morning of December 10, 2024, at 4:08.
I still feel like it is unreal, like a dream.
Around 4 AM, the rehabilitation center suddenly sent a message saying my mom's condition was not good. I rushed over hastily. Some positions I bought in the office did not account for the needle that burst afterward, and nearly half of the total capital was gone, but I felt nothing.
After rushing to the rehabilitation center, in reality, Mom was already gone. There was no heartbeat, no breathing. I did not let the rehabilitation center and 120 continue resuscitation, nor did I administer adrenaline again. I did not know if what I did was right; I hoped she could leave peacefully rather than endure more pain for the sake of superficial filial piety.