When the vet's office called this afternoon, I had my mind on so many different things at that moment, that I was momentarily speechless when he said, "I have some bad news..."
Our Beasley passed away this afternoon during the recovery period after his long awaited ear surgery.
Just typing that sentence makes my eyes well with tears. Once again, I had to call a loving foster parent and tell them about the death of their beloved foster cat. The vet doesn't really know what happened. His bloodwork was stellar and he did GREAT during the surgery. But he crashed during the recovery and they couldn't revive him despite working on him for more than an hour.
I went to the shelter this morning despite all instincts to stay at home with my son. His surgery for his wisdom teeth didn't go well and he ended up with some MAJOR nerve pain. Poor kid - last week it was kidney stones. But he is almost 20 years old and I *do* have a cell phone. I ended up rescuing a very very cute grey girl:
I couldn't help but notice that we lost one grey cat and saved the life of another grey cat today. Coincidence? It depends on who you ask.