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well michelle and i are officially all moved in to our apartment, everything is still a mess and we still have a tiny bit of unpacking to do but we're in.
our first day and night in the apartment is really supposed to be one of the happiest days, but yesterday was honestly one of the worst days of my life. saturday morning, the day we had a uhaul truck to move in the rest of our belongings, there was something wrong with our kitty margot. she couldn't stand on her own and she was breathing really fast. i wanted to pay attention to her and try to find out what was wrong but i had a whole day of moving to take care of. michelle finally ended up taking her to an emergency vet clinic, they told us that margot was showing signs of feline asthma so they gave her a steroid injection and gave us some steroid pills to give to her to try and normalize her breathing. they also told us to wait until monday and if she doesn't appear to be any better to take her back to get some blood work done on her. sunday morning(the first morning after sleeping in the apartment) i wake up to michelle in a panic, telling me to put clothes on because we have to go back to the vet right now. margot was laying on the couch completely unresponsive to any stimulus. i rushed to put some clothes on then we both got in the car to drive margot out to the vet. on the ride over margot was completely lifeless, michelle kept petting her and kept telling her to wake up while frantically crying. we finally got margot into the vet's office but it was no use, she was already dead before we got there.
our little kitty only 7 months old is dead, and we had to sit there and watch her die. we're supposed to be happy and excited about finally moving out, something we've been waiting to do for about a year and a half, but now we're here and we can't enjoy it. even our other cat desmond is bummed out, he wants to play but he doesn't have a little sister to play with anymore. i don't understand cat language, but i'm pretty sure he keeps asking me where margot is, every once in a while he'll walk up to me and start meowing at me like he wants food, so i take him over to his food bowl but he just turns around and starts meowing at me again. i'm no cat whisperer or anything but i'm pretty sure he's asking where his sister went.
i know the pain will all go away in time, but for now i'm still in shock, margot was completely healthy on friday, saturday she was sick, sunday morning she died. it's all so sudden that i'm still having troubles believing that she's really gone forever.
enough depressing stories, i just needed to vent this all out though.
-randy
our first day and night in the apartment is really supposed to be one of the happiest days, but yesterday was honestly one of the worst days of my life. saturday morning, the day we had a uhaul truck to move in the rest of our belongings, there was something wrong with our kitty margot. she couldn't stand on her own and she was breathing really fast. i wanted to pay attention to her and try to find out what was wrong but i had a whole day of moving to take care of. michelle finally ended up taking her to an emergency vet clinic, they told us that margot was showing signs of feline asthma so they gave her a steroid injection and gave us some steroid pills to give to her to try and normalize her breathing. they also told us to wait until monday and if she doesn't appear to be any better to take her back to get some blood work done on her. sunday morning(the first morning after sleeping in the apartment) i wake up to michelle in a panic, telling me to put clothes on because we have to go back to the vet right now. margot was laying on the couch completely unresponsive to any stimulus. i rushed to put some clothes on then we both got in the car to drive margot out to the vet. on the ride over margot was completely lifeless, michelle kept petting her and kept telling her to wake up while frantically crying. we finally got margot into the vet's office but it was no use, she was already dead before we got there.
our little kitty only 7 months old is dead, and we had to sit there and watch her die. we're supposed to be happy and excited about finally moving out, something we've been waiting to do for about a year and a half, but now we're here and we can't enjoy it. even our other cat desmond is bummed out, he wants to play but he doesn't have a little sister to play with anymore. i don't understand cat language, but i'm pretty sure he keeps asking me where margot is, every once in a while he'll walk up to me and start meowing at me like he wants food, so i take him over to his food bowl but he just turns around and starts meowing at me again. i'm no cat whisperer or anything but i'm pretty sure he's asking where his sister went.
i know the pain will all go away in time, but for now i'm still in shock, margot was completely healthy on friday, saturday she was sick, sunday morning she died. it's all so sudden that i'm still having troubles believing that she's really gone forever.
enough depressing stories, i just needed to vent this all out though.
-randy