Friday night, Lucy (the cat) disappeared. We searched for her all weekend. Monday while I was at work, she crawled into our driveway. My husband couldn't get close to her so I went home at lunch. She came to Ricky when I took him out and I was then able to pick her up. Her leg was badly cut and we rushed her to the Vet's. He told me to leave her so he could do some xray etc. He later called me and told me that her diaphram was ruptured and she appeared to have a lot of internal damage. I rushed over and took her from his office to the animal hospital. By then she had a high temp and was suffering so much. I finally made the decision to put an end to her suffering and let her go at 8pm. It was so very hard to do and I really hadn't realized how much I had grown attached to her. She was Ricky's cat (it even says that on her file at the Vets). She loved him so much and was always waiting for him to come out and play with her. I hope I did the right thing, I guess I will always wonder if I should have tried harder to save her.

[ November 13, 2001: Message edited by: MHMama ]