Two weeks ago she was diagnosed with HCM, a fatal heart condition. I knew that she could go at anytime, but this still really sucks.
The good news is that I'm pretty sure she didn't suffer. She was fine this morning-- a little slower, as she has been recently, but she sat on the dresser and messed with me as I put on my makeup as usual and ate her breakfast.
She had already had two small blood clots because of the HCM. Clearly the third one was bigger.
I'm so glad I have my other kitties, but I am going to miss the little baby cat.
