Little One was the last of a line; she was the younger sister of Gracie, Sweetie and Rocky. She had first been adopted by a friend who had other cats (Teddy and Rocky), but they had a bit of a personality conflict with Little One, so Little One went to my friend's daughter. Little One soon bonded with one of her other cats and things were good for a lot of years.
She developed blood in her urine. Antibiotics didn't clear it up. The vet's best guess was that Little One had either bladder or kidney cancer. Age sixteen is pretty old for a cat, especially if the prognosis calls for fairly aggressive procedures.
So, an hour or so ago, Little One went over the Rainbow Bridge.
6 comments:
My condolences ma'am - She is now free of the pain from a disease she did not deserve. 16 years IS a full life.
Hugs to your extended family. We lost our 8-year-old Eva on Thanksgiving.
It so happens that I wrote my Farmington Pet Adoption Center check yesterday...
Dave,my condolences on Eva. Thanks for donating to FPAC.
Condolences. SUcks sometimes to be the Human.
Condolences, I can see Gracie in her. Our stray is nearly 14 now, born April 15, 2003 to a feral mother, on a lizard rock in a box, on our patio. The leaps aren't as easy or graceful, the activity is slowing, winter is coming, I fear.
Sad tidings again. So sorry for the kitteh. :(
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