Goodby, my sweet baby
Phaedra is gone.
She held on until I got home from California, at least for a few hours. Then she started making little noises to tell us she was starting to suffer. We had hoped she could last until the morning so we could bring her to the Emory Animal Hospital, where she'd been cared for during her whole life, but they don't open until 9 AM, and at midnight she let us know that she was done.
So we embarked on a hellacious ride up to the 24 hour emergency place where she'd been treated during the week - construction meant a 25 minute trip (which she didn't like anyway) was more like a 45 minute trip. The roads were terrible and we winced for her at every bump. Poor thing threw up halfway there. I was so upset - I didn't want to add this awful journey to the last hour of her life, but what else could we do?
We held her while they administered the euthanaisa.
I never want to go through this again. Hubby and I have informed Ariel, our other kitty, that she's going to have to discover the secret to immortality.
Friend of ours told us about a pet crematorium near the Dekalb Farmers Market, so we took her there this morning, and already have her ashes in little cherrywood box with her photo on it. We're getting one ingraved, but the nice lady who ran the place gave us a plain one to use until the engraved one comes. It will say:
Phaedra
Best Kitty Ever
Which she was.
She held on until I got home from California, at least for a few hours. Then she started making little noises to tell us she was starting to suffer. We had hoped she could last until the morning so we could bring her to the Emory Animal Hospital, where she'd been cared for during her whole life, but they don't open until 9 AM, and at midnight she let us know that she was done.
So we embarked on a hellacious ride up to the 24 hour emergency place where she'd been treated during the week - construction meant a 25 minute trip (which she didn't like anyway) was more like a 45 minute trip. The roads were terrible and we winced for her at every bump. Poor thing threw up halfway there. I was so upset - I didn't want to add this awful journey to the last hour of her life, but what else could we do?
We held her while they administered the euthanaisa.
I never want to go through this again. Hubby and I have informed Ariel, our other kitty, that she's going to have to discover the secret to immortality.
Friend of ours told us about a pet crematorium near the Dekalb Farmers Market, so we took her there this morning, and already have her ashes in little cherrywood box with her photo on it. We're getting one ingraved, but the nice lady who ran the place gave us a plain one to use until the engraved one comes. It will say:
Phaedra
Best Kitty Ever
Which she was.