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apocalypsosSome of you may remember that one of my mother's cats, Riley, had a heart murmur. He was a sweet cat, not really a people cat but cuddly as all hell. When I was at the house at lunchtime, I was playing fetch with Wilson with one of those little toy mice and Riley came downstairs, not joining in but just watching from the steps, perfectly fine as far as I could tell.
My mom just called. A little bit ago, my dad was in the living room and heard Riley make a soft noise upstairs in the hallway. When my brother came out of his bedroom a split second later, he found Riley lying dead on the floor. The poor thing had a heart attack. IIRC, he was only three years old.
I just spent the last ten minutes calming my mom down on the phone, telling her that he was fine when I saw him, and God knows he had a happy life in that house, and at least he didn't suffer, and somehow by the end of the phone call I had her calm and quiet.
I need to go cry and hug my kitty now.
My mom just called. A little bit ago, my dad was in the living room and heard Riley make a soft noise upstairs in the hallway. When my brother came out of his bedroom a split second later, he found Riley lying dead on the floor. The poor thing had a heart attack. IIRC, he was only three years old.
I just spent the last ten minutes calming my mom down on the phone, telling her that he was fine when I saw him, and God knows he had a happy life in that house, and at least he didn't suffer, and somehow by the end of the phone call I had her calm and quiet.
I need to go cry and hug my kitty now.
