This morning, around 9:30, Lonee jumped down from the window where we keep the water in the dining room. When she landed it looked like she hurt her left leg. She went under the bookshelf and finally came out.
She made it into the living room and tried to jump up onto a ledge, but couldn’t make it. I pulled cat trees out of the way, got a hold of her and put her in the bathroom and shut the door. I ran and got the carrier, called the vet and they said to bring her in, they’d fit us in. (They were very busy today.)
I put her in the carrier and went to the vet. Waited for a while and finally got in. I told Cassie that I thought either she’d hurt her leg/back or had thrown a clot like her brother, Red, did last year. The vet came in shortly after that and he said that from all of the signs he said it looked like a blood clot. The way she walked (he put her on the floor and watched her move), the way her paw was starting to get cold, the fact he felt no pulse in that leg….
I said goodbye to her. He said it was the best decision that could be made, under the circumstances (blood clot). She went peacefully.
She was a good old cat. I’ll miss her very much. She was our first true feral and she’d come a long way since we got her in 1996.
God speed, sweetheart. I’ll always remember you.
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