she was "just" a cat, but she was my cat and I loved her!

Dear family and friends,

I never did tell you what happened with my cat, Olive, and her
possible pregnancy. Since it had been less than a week after finding
her in that compromising position when I took her to the vet, he
decided to go ahead and spay her the next day. The surgery went well,
and, though we had a drunk cat when she came home that day (I think he
used too much ketamine) she was fine. Things had been going really
well until a few weeks ago when she developed some bleeding. Knowing
she no longer had a uterus I took her back to the vet. He thought it
might be due to infection so he gave her a shot of antibiotics and
told me to keep an eye on her.

I was petting her last week when I noticed a lump in her abdomen. I
tried to take her to the vet but since he's the only vet for the whole
region he isn't always in. I found him in yesterday and he scheduled
her for exploratory surgery today to find out what was going on. I
took her in this morning and said I would come back to check on her
then went to work.

I was sitting at my desk at work typing when I looked up and saw the
vet through the window. I knew it couldn't be good news. I met him
at the door. He said he was sorry and that she made it through the
surgery but died while he was sewing her up. He walked me out to his
truck where he showed me the cyst that he had removed from her abdomen
along with the pus. He agreed to bury her for me because I knew I
couldn't deal with it. He was very apologetic as I stood there crying
and petting her through the cage. I have so far spent the rest of the
day in tears. My boss was kind enough to let me come home. Mary flew
out yesterday and Daryl and Sabrina are going to Etosha this weekend
so I'll be alone. I know it's going to be rough, but I also know God
will give me the strength to get through it.

I appreciate your prayers.
kimmie