KTP
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I will apologize in advance for dragging my personal rain cloud over this forum...but I just returned home from the vets after having my 15 year old calico cat, Peeper, put to sleep. She hadn't been doing well of late, and my "radar" was telling me we were approaching the end of the tunnel. Mr. KTP, ever the optimist, felt that she just had a cold or something... even though I tried to prepare him for what I was afraid was inevitable. She was badly dehydrated, had large masses in her abdomen and one kidney was 4x the size it should have been. There was nothing that could be done for her. They couldn't find a vein to inject the stuff into and ended up having to inject directly into her chest cavity. And, sadly, it took quite a while for her stubborn little heart to stop beating. Peeps had a good run, I think. When she was younger, she would hide in the horse's hay piles out in the pasture and leap out at them when they would come to eat. Sometimes, she would run up behind one of my mares and leap up and grab her tail and hang on. I have a lot of good memories of Peeper. What I hate is having to make the decision to end a life. I just do not feel "right" about it, even if, deep down inside, I know there is no other option. And there was no other option for Peeper. So...here I sit with swollen and red eyes and a nose that will not seem to stop running. She was a grand cat and we will miss her dearly
. I thank all of you for allowing me to unburden myself.
