It was not good. Wew should've been put down the day before, but it was hard to read how she was doing up until the 26th or so, since she was alternating good days and bad ones and (far more importantly) anyone who could do it was closed or out of town because of the holidays. I couldn't get out of work, since I was covering for everyone during the holiday closures. When I originally agreed to that months ago I was just trying to get a head on the balance sheet, but it turned into "miss seeing kitty's last days so you can pay for her vet bills".
Yesterday was the last day I had to work, and she went downhill fast. She was in a lot of pain and she got very dirty, so Starr was trying to gently clean her up and let her rest but she died right then. Starr called me at 4:10 to tell me to come home right away since she only had a few hours, but called me back only ten minutes later (I had gotten permission to go and was leaving work) to say she'd gone. I came home and Starr was hunched over her little grey body and we both cried and cried for hours.
Starr's just crushed and blames herself, which is not fair at all. She's had dozens of cats and knows when to put one down, but this just happened so fast at such a bad time of the year. And me, I wasn't even there for her. That poor poor little girl, she was such a well-behaved angel. She should never have gone like that.
We don't have any little backyard to make a little kitty plot, so I have to find out which places that do cremation are open today.
