My parents cat died a week ago. And I feel mostly responsible. She had diabetes and I was in charge of her twice daily injections while they were out of town for the weekend. Saturday evening, I was fairly sure I missed when going in for the shot and I saw droplets on her fur. So, I gave her another shot. Sunday morning, she was very vocal, but I chalked it up to missing my folks. Sunday evening, when they arrived home, she did not seem well. My mother ended up taking her to the emergency clinic at 4 am July 4th. Her blood sugar was high and she wouldn't eat. Her body basically shut down and she was put to sleep Wednesday while my father was holding her. My mother assures me that the vet said it was not a result of too much insulin, but I'm not convinced.
My mother was crazy about Maggie. She was 13 years old and was my replacement. My freshman year of college, during spring break, Mom and I went to the pet store. I picked her out and named her. And she became my mother's companion since I was no longer living at home. She will be missed.
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