Well, we went to my brother's wedding. He's married! Oh, and my cat died.
We came home from our fun weekend to find a sickly kitty. I'll spare you the details, but after a night in the Emergency Pet Hospital ($$$$) and then a follow up with a regular vet visit, x-rays$$, IV fluids, money, and more bad news we decided to have her put to sleep.
I'm not into animals suffering the way people do, and the next step was a feeding tube and more invasive procedures. The choice was not easy, but clear to me. The vet said it was the right thing to do.
So, really Gladys Keri The Kitty got the last laugh. As you may remember in this post, at the last minute we figured out that we would need to cancel our flight to Texas and instead drive 16 fun loving hours, as our cat was not welcome on the flight.
We were told Texas, being on the border and struggling with illegal immigration issues, has more stringent animal transfer laws than most states. We had to have her health certificate in our hands 30 days before we flew, and our appointment was not until a week before.
Join me, won't you, in admiring the ridonkulous nature of what I have just shared with you.
Of the estimated 11.1 million illegal immigrants who found a way to enter into the United States in the last decade, approximately 60% of them are from Mexico. BUT, breathe easy my friends, as they certainly have figured out a way to save the country from my 11 year old 12 lb, indoor cat crossing over into Texas.
Anyway, after all that hoopla...after the animal products I hastily bought to make her drive in the car better, the hours of dealing with two children on an endless car trip, the gas money, the icky road food and the sanity my husband and I will never get back that was lost somewhere around Missouri....after all that- she kicked it 4 weeks later.
Well played, Gladys. Well played.