Well, I'm now down to a "normal" number of pets, which for some reason most of society thinks is two.
Maui made it through a complicated surgery, which involved some kind of bile duct repair, only to crash in recovery and not make it back. Dr. Bonnie was incredibly gentle and I guess quite upset herself, she was with him the whole time. He had severe pancreatitis, we don't yet know why. She said the pancreas was black and green and full of bile, and his liver was in trouble, but it seemed to be something fixable. Three hours of surgery later and it looked OK. But the poor tyke had just had enough, he didn't have the strength to come back out of it.
Blue seems to know I'm upset, I don't know if she knows Maui is gone yet. Sprout is her usual oblivious self.
I now have more urns than I have cats. Still haven't figured out a good idea about what to do with them.
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I am so, so sorry.
Poor kitty.
And poor Sissy. We know they're only ours for a little while, but it always smarts, nonetheless.
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