Cats in our house don't get "a little" sick. I guess Misty was no exception. And today our little angel went back to heaven.
She had a bout of GI problems last weekend, then got better. Then had more episodes of vomiting and diarrhea this weekend. She mostly acted ok, but seemed a little lethargic right after eating and didn't seem as hungry at her night time snack as usual. But this morning she was perky and with no other explanation I was kind of worried about a foreign body so decided to spay her as scheduled and do a quick check to see if she had eaten a toy or something. She didn't, but she also did not survive surgery. I can only surmise that she has something congenitally wrong or poor reaction to anesthesia. Doesn't matter. I'm still heartbroken for Icy and now I have a kitten to bury. This must be what they mean when they say life isn't fair.
I know she had a great three weeks here. And we did too.
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