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|Sat, 01-30-2010 - 5:14pm|
I just lost my precious girl, Maggie. She was put to sleep at 1am last night.
Maggie was 15 and hadn't been in the greatest of health. She had arthritis for about 2 years and had slowed down considerably. Her muscles in her back legs had wasted away and she had a hard time getting up. But she still had her little daily moments where she was happy as a clam and enjoyed life. Mornings were her "happy" time. She purred like a kitten when I would get up to feed her. And when I came home after being gone all day, we would both be overjoyed to see each other. I told her I loved her a thousand times a day. I told her she was special a thousand times a day. I told her she needed to stay healthy because I needed her to stick around for a loonnng time.
She was happy when I came home yesterday, but then I noticed her breathing was labored. I thought it might pass, but finally called the emergency vets office to ask what to do. They said bring her in now. Driving