My daughter called me and asked me to come over and look at her 10 year old cat, Callie Ann. When I walked in the door I couldn't believe my eyes. She was so emaciated and dehydrated. I hadn't seen her in a while and did notice that she lossed a little weight, but not like that.
We ran her up to my vet because her vet couldn't fit her in. They ran bloodtests on her and she was in the advanced stages of renal failure.
My daughter is beside herself. Her other cat is stuck to her like Velcro.
I feel so bad that I didn't listen to my daughter weeks ago. She told me she was worried about Callie losing weight and I shrugged it off as a cat getting older.
RIP my sweet Callie Ann. Your nana loved you from the minute I laid eyes on you the day you were born.
Play hard at the Rainbow Bridge and know that you were loved.






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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