Well, some of you may know that my parent's cat (our old family cat), Socks, was diagnosed with diabetes a couple of months back. Things got pretty bad over Christmas vacation, but then he slowly improved. He's been doing so well the past several weeks, and was in fact "normal" at his last vet visit. Everything was being regulated just fine with the insulin shots, and his levels were down to 47, which is good.

Yesterday, my mom found him on the floor (diabetic coma or possibly sugar shock) and rushed him to the vet. They were able to revive him, but he had to stay overnight. He had a small seizure this morning, so this afternoon, my dad left work early to be with my mom. They decided to help him over to the Rainbow Bridge, because they both felt that his quality of life just wouldn't be that good if he did recover from whatever it was that happened. I just don't understand it. He was doing so well. My mom is not taking it well at all. She broke down at the loss of our dog Misty in 1999, and now Socks. He was with our family for 14 years. I always thought that he would live longer than that. It's really hard because nobody around me understands how my mom and I feel about this. We're getting the typical "it's only a cat" and "well, these things happen" responses from those around us, so there's no comfort there. I knew you all would understand. We're so sad for this loss. Socks really was a great cat.
Tearfully,
Karen