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Cassi got a lot worse over the course of the evening. We called the emergency vet.
Sitting in the car in the parking lot with my mom waiting for the emergency vet to get there with my wheezing, distressed BFF in my arms = let's not do that in the future.
We talked to him. He listened to her. We sedated her. I held her. She sassed me until she fell asleep. He shaved her back leg to administer the euthanasia, and when feeling for the pulse in her thigh, found a tumor. Especially after that he agreed that putting her down was the best thing to do. I pet her until she died.
Now she is in a box in my room, to be buried tomorrow. And I'm talking to her. Mostly yelling. Because the little BITCH had to go out with a bang and not only get her blood on my Krispy Kreme Challenge shirt, but she had to shred my finger and get it infected. It's all swollen and uncomfortable and I get to go to a human doctor first thing in the morning.
She WOULD.
Thirteen years of scratches, bites, and litter boxes. And then Lena came along and started putting her grubby little paws in my drinks to steal my soda. And NOW I get sick? REALLY?
So now I'm just drinking my vanilla Dr Pepper and waiting for the Valium to kick in, and hoping my finger doesn't like fall off or anything overnight. Or compartment syndrome. Or anything else truly sucktastic. /drama queen
--Oh, and I found out tonight that Tita officially has colon cancer. It's advanced and has spread to her lymph nodes. So I guess after I get my finger dealt with I can go visit her at the hospital.
goodbye, extension of my soul.
Sitting in the car in the parking lot with my mom waiting for the emergency vet to get there with my wheezing, distressed BFF in my arms = let's not do that in the future.
We talked to him. He listened to her. We sedated her. I held her. She sassed me until she fell asleep. He shaved her back leg to administer the euthanasia, and when feeling for the pulse in her thigh, found a tumor. Especially after that he agreed that putting her down was the best thing to do. I pet her until she died.
Now she is in a box in my room, to be buried tomorrow. And I'm talking to her. Mostly yelling. Because the little BITCH had to go out with a bang and not only get her blood on my Krispy Kreme Challenge shirt, but she had to shred my finger and get it infected. It's all swollen and uncomfortable and I get to go to a human doctor first thing in the morning.
She WOULD.
Thirteen years of scratches, bites, and litter boxes. And then Lena came along and started putting her grubby little paws in my drinks to steal my soda. And NOW I get sick? REALLY?
So now I'm just drinking my vanilla Dr Pepper and waiting for the Valium to kick in, and hoping my finger doesn't like fall off or anything overnight. Or compartment syndrome. Or anything else truly sucktastic. /drama queen
--Oh, and I found out tonight that Tita officially has colon cancer. It's advanced and has spread to her lymph nodes. So I guess after I get my finger dealt with I can go visit her at the hospital.
goodbye, extension of my soul.