Awful night. At one this morning, one of our three kitten brothers went into distress, so hubby rushed him to the overnight emergency vet in the big city. Testing indicated a blocked bladder, so we gave permission to treat (catheter, IV fluids and antibiotics, sedation, etc), and believing everything under control, hubby returned home without kitty because treatment time was expected to last into Monday. At six a.m., we got a call that our cat suffered a massive heart attack just as the vet began to lay lines, and he died immediately.
He was First's new kitten love, and the grief is intense. I just drugged her with benadryl for a sleep break - she was beginning to show signs of an asthma attack. Yeah, she got her asthma meds, too. Tomorrow is Second's birthday, and our youngest kitten's also, and it all now sucks.
I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC