In May of 2004, I had my heart set on getting a calico kitten to keep Goopie (who was a year old at the time) company. I answered an ad in the paper, and, along with jlhill
and I think my roomie at the time Michele, trekked out to the middle of nowhere and I picked out an 8 week old calico kitten.
Mandy moved to Dallas with me. She was a pretty skittish cat...always hid from strangers, and didn't let the kids touch her. Her back knees would pop out of place (luxate), which I think made her feel like she was fragile. She was a sweet cat, though.
This summer, she was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism. I thought we'd be able to get it under control with meds, no big deal, and for awhile, the meds worked. But she started going downhill after Thanksgiving, and last week, after three das at the vet's office, her kidneys were not functioning well at all.
She died this afternoon right after I got her to the vet's. My plan was to have them make her comfortable until Trav could get home from work and watch the kids so that I could go and deal with having her put to sleep without having them with me, but that was not to be. She was convulsing by the time I got her to the vet, and she died as they were trying to give her a bit of oxygen.
I miss you already, Mandy. I hope I did right by you. I have such a tremendous amount of guilt right now.