On Fri, 27 Jun 2008 16:07:15 -0700, "Joy" wrote:

Nanki-Poo is gone. I still can't believe it. He came into my life on
November 10, 2004. I took him to the vet this afternoon. His sores were
healing, and I was hoping I could soon let him go outdoors. I noticed he was
breathing hard when I took him out of the carrier at the vet's. So did the
vet's assistant. He was very anemic and had fluid in his chest. She gave him
oxygen, but said he'd need a transfusion, to have the fluid aspirated, and
various other things, and it probably wouldn't save him anyway. She said his
heart was greatly enlarged, and he was in heart failure. It tore me apart,
but I made the only decision possible. The poor little guy went through so
much, but at least he was loved for the last 3 ½ years of his life. I can't
write any more now.

I'm so very, very sorry to hear that Nanki-Poo has gone to the Bridge,
just when it seemed like he was turning the corner.

Life is terribly unfair.

But, at least he had the time with you.

But for that, who knows what his life would have been like.

Purrs are on the way for Nanki-Poo, and for your broken heart.

When it gets dark, I will light a candle for Nanki-Poo, in my special
candle holder in the shape of a sleeping cat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ ^..^
"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

Every day is a treasure with Kenzie; I try to treat them that way. There
will only be so many, and then there will never, ever, be any more.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein