OT: Had to put kitty down.

Hello to all, I woke up this morning and heard a horrible sound. It was my cat struggling to breathe. I took her to the emergency vet and they said she had congestive heart failure. It about killed me, but I had to put her down, so she wouldn't suffer anymore. Both me and my son took it pretty hard. I'm gonna miss my Stella monster, Gosh

Awwww (hugs) I had to do that to my diabetic cat about 4 years ago. She went into congestive heart failure from complications of diabetes. I remember taking her to the vet when she was just a kitten and telling him I thought my cat had diabetes. He looked at me like I was insane. I then explained that I was a diabetic and I recognized the symptoms in her. He tested her and sure enough she was diabetic. He offered to put her down right there on the spot. Now, it was my turn to look at him like he was insane. I found another vet who helped me treat my Lizzie. I gave her insulin shots twice a day for 8 more years. Have you ever tested blood sugar for a cat? NO FUN! After about 6 months though, we settled into our routine. She was such a good cat. She let me take blood to test every morning and let me give her shots twice a day. I was heart broken when she got too ill to save. Her sister, Zippy, died of cancer about a year later. I have 3 cats now. Rufus, Beaumont, and Spike. They are my children. I love them very much. I guess why I'm telling you all this is so you'll know I understand and my heart goes out to you.

Thank you very much Terri, You went the extra mile to help your kitty. I'm glad you had so many years with her. I wish there was something more I could've done for Stella, but the doctor said there wasn't. She was a good monster and will be sorely missed. Gosh

Gosh-I am really sorry. I understand what you are going thru. My kitty of 13 years died the same exact way. Both kids were home and it was really sad and horrible....there was nothing you could do. I am sorry for your loss. PS I liked chatting with you last night on the main BB...you son can tell me he loves me anytime he sounds so sweet.

Just be careful if he decides to huggle attack you. He's been known to lift adults. Gosh

I'm so very sorry. xosm

Thanks Gigi, My day got even brighter when I had to spend $80 with a locksmith, when I was locked out of my home. Gosh

I'll set the scene, it was the Thursday or Friday after 9/11 here in NY. I was living on the Island at the time, Boo [my husband now, not then] was living here in Brooklyn and his brother's best friend was missing from the Cantor Fitzgerald floor that was decimated. I had already worked 7a-2p, and was taking the 11pm to 8 am shift in the house for OT, but I HAD to come see my love, who was so heartbroken along with everyone here in Brooklyn who lost so many friends and lost the landscape they had known their whole lives - I needed to hold him, I needed to feel he was real. So I get in my crappy car and drive the 2 hours on the limited access roads to get here. WE cry, we sit and watch BIL's wedding video with Billy in it, hamming it up [who's body was never found or identified after the attacks], we sat with Boo's Mom [now known as Nutty MIL], we cried some more. I just didn't want to leave, the feeling here was just so uncertain after the attacks, like nothing was sacred anymore and if I left I'd just never see him again ... but I have to leave, cause I have to be to work in 2 hours and as usual, I'm cutting it REALLY close. And I can't find my keys, he can't find my keys, and the spare is home in my work briefcase, and ugh, there they were in the ignition, except of course, the door was locked. So we call a locksmith and 2 hours and 200 dollars later he gets them out. Call work and say I'm gonna fly home as fast as I can - and then I realize that I'm NOT ALLOWED on the highway [they were still closed for emergency vehicles only] so I have to take a road with traffic lights like 77 miles to get to work. And I had the pedal to the metal the entire time, I was in the Zone, I was passing cars on the left, on the right, I called the dude who was waiting for me to relieve him and said I'd be there in 30 minutes and .... I get pulled over. The officer comes over to the car, I already have my license, registration and insurance ready and I just start with diarrhea of the mouth, I recount every harrowing experience that's happened not only that day, but yesterday and 9/11 when I didn't know where Boo even was, if he was ok, and how I'm late and I work for retarded people and all of a sudden he yells, "STOP!" "Please Miss [he probably called me M'am, but I like the story with him calling me Miss better], Please Miss, if you just please shut up I won't give you a ticket. So I did, and he handed me back my stuff and said, 'stop passing on the right.' $80 to get in your home is pretty darn frustrating, but it can always be worse! LOL

awwwwwwww That's one of the things you'll remember all your life, where you were and how you felt. My mom's generation has Kennedy. I have the Challenger Explosion and 9/11. Gosh

Hi Gosh, I'm so sorry about your kitty. I love kitties and it's so sad to hear this sort of thing. Just know that you did your best to take care of her & that she loved you very much. Elisa