I just got back from the emergency animal hospital. My newest and oldest cat, Roger died about an hour ago.
For those of you keeping count...That's 3....yes 3 cats I have lost in the span of one year. What's that they say about 3?
I was about to go to bed about 1 am and was just putting food in the cat's bowls. Roger is usually waiting for the food and wasn't as usual. Thinking maybe he got locked up somewhere or escaped out the door, I checked the closets, under beds, the dryer, the cabinets and outside.
After about an hour of searching I found him lying next to my bathtub in the corner, laying "funny" and in respiratory distress. I scooped him up and ran next door to Cathy's (My vet tech best friend) She said his color was bad (How can they tell with all that fur?!) and I should take him to the critter ER.
The diagnosis......Congestive heart failure with an associated pleural effusion.
He was about 12 years old.....My Great Grandmother-in-law's cat that I took in last August. I couldn't see spending thousands on what the Vet said would probably be a futile fight. So I said yes to putting him down and he will be laid to rest next to Tristan and Edie this weekend at my mom's. Which, by the way, I have to leave for her house in 5 hours.....I've had no sleep.
I have one Cat left, 4 Year old Easter. Who's going on a weight management diet as soon as we are out of our current brand. I'll be damned if I'll let her die anytime soon. All this as we go take a trip to see my stepdad for the last time.