And the Lord taketh away. Again.

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.