Today PK is no more.
She came to us from Dr Chris Omoto years ago. I got her in 2006, I think. Someone dumped her at Dr Omoto's door step and PK was placed in the office counter with a note for someone to adopt her. My PK II had just passed away and I decided to take her home. PK was previously named Harriett. She did not want to go out and was always an indoor cat. The last few months, she has been pooping in the house and vomiting. Over a month ago, I took her to Pacific Vet and the blood work showed nothing is wrong, so the limited diag was irritable bowel, with possibly lymphoma. She was on prednisolone and metronidrozole for a while and it helped but three days ago, she stopped eating and would not drink. Today she meowed most day and was looking so uncomfortable I called the mobil vet who came here and now she is buried in the chicken run about three feet down. I miss that cat who used to meow loudly every night, as she carried someone's sock around in her mouth. She also chased little shiny things and will bring it back.
Now there is only Mooch and Mini-Moo, plus the feral Blackie. No more additional cats. Don't know what we would do when it is Gracie's turn. She is the bestest dog. Also Mini-Moo is the greatest cat too, and I hope they hang for long time. Mooch is limping, and has been for over a week, don't know how he got hurt, prolly fighting with Blackie.
KR had Kids Club today. I miss my cat
My knee really hurts, think I will have to have a cyst surgery, sigh.
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