Ashley's kitty, Lily, died on December 22 last year. Ashley loved that cat, we all did. She was so precious to us. We worked hard at keeping Lily alive for as long as possible after she swallowed a string in September. The vet didn't offer us much hope without an expensive surgery but we tried; we believe there is always hope. We fed her with a syringe for weeks, she eventually started to eat (a lot) on her own. She started gaining weight and passing the string. Eventually there appeared to be no more string. We thought we had saved her. She was playing, eating, drinking and almost back to the weight she was prior to her getting sick. We were very hopeful. That all changed quickly one dreadful Thursday before Christmas. Lily wouldn't eat, she was hardly moving. She went downhill quickly because by the end of the day, she was not walking at all and she began to have little seizures. At first I didn't know what to do, I was in tears knowing this was the end for our sweet Lily Blue. I knew we had to take her to the vet, and I knew we would not be returning home with Lily. I then grabbed Ashley, told her what I felt. We allowed our other animals time with Lily, we took Lily outside so she could feel the warm fresh Florida air. We then told Ashley's daddy and her big brother, we called the vet and prepared ourselves emotionally for goodbyes. It was hard, very hard for Ashley. But we do have a happy ending.
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