On Dec. 14, I came home to find Mia soaking wet in her little fleecy bed (I think she'd fallen into her water dish earlier), shaking, and unable to stand. I kept her in my own bed all night, keeping her warm and petting her, and barely sleeping. In the morning, I took her to the vet. She still couldn't stand, and she seemed to have suffered some kind of stroke or other major neurological damage. I made the sad decision to put her down, and then I held her in my arms as the vet administered first a sedative since she seemed somewhat agitated in the unfamiliar vet office, and then while the vet and her assistant gave Mia a drug that stopped her heart. We all cried, but it was clearly the best choice for my dear little cat.
I had her exactly a year and three quarters -- March 15, 2010 to Dec. 15, 2011, twenty one months of her sweet affection.
-- Rachel Holmen
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Monday, February 28, 2011
Lately I've been alternating my time between watching the weather (wind! rain!) from my tuffet next to the window -- but the window's open an inch, some often lately that's been TOO cold -- and snuggling as deep as I can into the bedspread on Rachel's bed. Today I got 3 treats. -- Mia
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
I'm still crabby, but Rachel took me to the vet and even had them take a blood sample (OUCH!). I purred through the whole thing, which made it hard for the vet to hear my heart beat -- but she said it seemed fine. I am OVERGROOMING myself and probably have a flea allergy, so even without a sign of a single flea, they're going to put Advantage on Frontline on me. (Hasn't happened yet.) My bloodwork came back fine -- I'm negative for all the usual feline diseases. I guess NEGATIVE in this case means GOOD. -- Mia