I asked my daughter the other night if she blamed me for not getting Callie to the vet when she first asked me (I had to work and couldn't do it). The first appointment available was Jan. 15th. She told me that she didn't understand why I didn't believe her when she told me she was worried about her. I told her that renal failure in a cat, according to my vett, is very difficult to detect and is usually recognized when it is too far advanced, which was Callie's case.
So now I've got yet another guilt trip thrust upon me as a Mother. My best friend was furious with me, saying that Amy could've easily taken a taxi to the vet or called her if she was so worried about Callie. She's right but I still feel bad. Amy says she now regrets not having Callie privately cremated. I tried to talk her into it but she said $180 was too expensive. When I had Casey cremated, I made installments and got his ashes back when the bill was paid. I do not regret my decision.
I wish parenthood came with an instruction manual.
12/02
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Your daughter's cat was her responsibility. You're not a vet. Yes, you have cats but you also have a job and have to take care of yourself. If she was that worried about Callie, she should've checked w/her vet, not w/you, and her vet would've told her the appropriate action to take. Guilt is self inflicted. Don't do it to yourself. You have nothing to feel guilty about. I sometimes fall into that trap about Puddy, wondering if I could've done more for her, even though I know deep in my heart that I did everything possible to keep her not just alive but comfortable. You would've done the same thing for Callie if you had known how seriously ill she was but you couldn't know because you weren't there to see her. "Time and unforeseen occurrence befall us all", girlfriend. 
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