posted by dave on Tuesday, November 11, 2008 at 4:28 PM in category the cats
(Crossposted to my main blog.)
Got a call from the veterinarian this morning.
The call was a strange one. Not that the situation could ever be considered normal. Not by me, anyway. The vet probably makes calls like that a lot.
She got the results from Happy's blood tests. Not good. His kidneys were almost completely failed. He'd lost almost eight pounds since he was last weighed in September. And most of that weight loss was muscle mass. He was not diabetic, and his condition wasn't contagious to my other cats.
There wasn't any hope for long-term survival - that's pretty much what she told me.
Then she told me that he'd gone into cardiac arrest and died this morning when they were treating him.
Seems to me that she could have told me that in the first place.
I'm really not trying to be funny. It's just that this is going to hit me pretty hard before too long, and I wanted to write something before I lost my mind.
It would have been eleven years, on New Year's Eve. That's not nearly long enough.