After a fun weekend in Toronto (I was there with my friend Amber to watch our hubbies play Miami), I received a call from my pet sitter that my cat Cole wasn't doing well. His health has been deteriorating for about a year. Last month, he had another "seizure" and I found out his heart wasn't working correctly and his lungs had a bunch of fluid in them. After some tests, he was put on a diuretic in order to help his failing heart so that it wouldn't back up into his lungs. He seemed to be doing better but I could tell it wouldn't be long before his little body gave up. So, when I got the call from my friend, I asked her to bring him to the vet, knowing that this was probably it. The vet called a short time later and told me his left lung was completely full of fluid as was about 1/2 of his right lung. I asked her to keep him comfortable and I would come in as soon as we got back into town and put him to sleep. It was a tough ride home knowing what my night had in store.
When I arrived (about 11:30pm), he was breathing really hard but purring and "talking" to me. I burst into tears and gave him lots of hugs before asking the vet to put him down. It was so hard to do but it was time. I can honestly say, I lost a very good friend on Sunday night. He has been my buddy for 12 years and I will miss him dearly...
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I'm crying cause my cat Syria is sitting on my lap as I type, and I can imagine how hard it must have been to say goodbye to Cole. He had wonderful parents and you gave him unconditional love. I'm sorry for your loss. How are the dogs and orange kitty taking it?
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