Friends,
This past weekend our Maine Coon cat, Kitty, showed great signs of respiratory distress and was diagnosed with congestive heart failure.
He made a surprisingly fast recovery at first--to the extent that the vets wondered if he had congestive heart failure after all--but a progression of symptoms within the next 24 hours made the diagnosis definitive: cardiomyopathy with thromboembolic disease (see info in previous link).
We put Kitty down this morning.
I'll get to responding to remarks made elsewhere as I have the energy.
Blessings,
Liz
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7 comments:
I'm so sorry. I know how much it hurts.
holdinng you Liz. So painful a loss. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Good night, kitty. Thanks so much for living your life as our cat. We'll miss you.
I feel for you, Liz. Amazing how those little guys can win our hearts! Would that they lived longer --
Liz,
I also had to make the decision to put our old cat down last week. No matter how many pets you lose over the years it still hurts.
I did finally write something on primitive Christianity and modern Friends. It's over on my blog.
Oh, I'm really sorry Liz. We are a kitty family too and I know how that hurts.
Christine at quietpaths.
Liz, my heart goes out to you. I'm one of those folks who like animals better than humans. You are in my prayers, f/Friend.
May you find a healing balm in the memories and know that Love never dies.
A big hug your way.
-Craig
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