Charlie man, the alcohol is fucking your gut up. I know you have gut issues already and alcohol is really bad for your stomach/gut. Please take care of yourself. ♥
So I had the worst day. I buried my cat, my little girl. When my girl was visiting the cabin, the cat sitter said she found her outside, all dirty and wet. She had jumped off a low part of the roof, something she did a few days before that when my girl was there. When my girl got back, she said that my cat seemed sick, and/or her leg was hurt. I had a really bad feeling and asked if I should come home early, and if she thought she needed to go to the vet. She said she's just been sleeping a lot and only threw up once per day and she thought she saw her eat, and it was probably fine. I wanted to stick out the full 30 days so I stayed. I got back yesterday evening, and saw my cat, and immediately knew soimething was really wrong. She wouldn't move, she just purred when I pet her. Her purr and meow sounded really weird. And my girl was like, oh yeah, today she got worse and didn't eat. But she felt so bad (physically from her stomach issues) that she just ignored it. I called the vet and they said based on the symptoms, if they could get her in right then, they would, but they had an emergency and were totally full already.
So I called this morning... my cat was still alive, but was clearly even worse. I got in at 10am, and the vet was like... okay, so her temperature is too low to even read on a thermometer, and her heart rate is very low. Chances are there is nothing we can do. I had them draw blood to see if they could reverse poison or something, and said bye to her in case. Then I went to the store, because they said it would take 30 minutes. They called when I was on the way back and said that she was about to go. By the time I got there, she had died. She was still reflexively breathing and making a little meow noise, it was really weird and awful. I held her until she stopped moving. Then I took her home, and we sat with her, and had my other cat see, and then I found a spot in the yard she liked and dug a big hole. Then I held her stiff body and stared at her and cried a whole bunch and told her I was sorry I was gone for so long, and sorry I didn't follow my gut and come home. Maybe they could have done something before her kidneys failed. We wrapped her in a blanket, and I put one of my socks in there, she loved my socks. Then I buried her and put a stone on top. Then I had to work.
Now I am supposed to go to band practice. And my girl is devastated and feels like it's all her fault and that she failed me. And well... I am not going to tell her but it is a little. She was so preoccupied with her issues, she ignored her, because it was easier. So I just spent the last 30 minutes telling my girlfriend that I don't blame her even though I do, a little. But I don't want to. My cat was old, she was 16. She had a few health issues recently. It may have just been her time. I may have spent thousands of dollars to buy her 6 months, for all I know. My heart has a giant hole in it. It really hurts, a lot. I feel guilty that I had to be gone for the last month of her life. I know she missed me, my girlfriend was about sick of her because she's really needy with her food since my other cat can't eat her prescription food... I think the last month of her life was frustrating.
Rest in peace Magnolia, my baby girl. I will always love you, little princess.
