I received a phone call tonight. Two, in fact. My mom, back-to-back calls. That’s very unusual.

So I picked up the second time. She was at the emergency vet’s office.

Angel’s kidneys are failing.

Angel hasn’t been eating the past few days, which indicated to my mom that something was very wrong. Today she decided to take Angel to the emergency room, where they did blood tests and determined that Angel’s kidneys were going out.

The doctor gave her several options. One was to leave Angel overnight with an IV and a catheter, then come back tomorrow. Another was to go through painful treatments to try to extend her life a couple of months, at most. Another was to insert a water pack under Angel’s skin, which would keep her hydrated for a couple of hours, then take Angel home and bring her back to the hospital in the morning. The final option was to euthanize her right away.

Angel’s going home tonight with a water pack under her skin. She’ll be home. We don’t know what will happen tonight– but we do know what will happen tomorrow morning because Angel will go to kitty heaven and catch all the birds she could ever dream of.

It kills me more than anything in the world that I can’t be there right now with my baby Angel. It kills me more than anything in the world. That’s my first cat, my baby, my Angel. I wish I could be there.

My baby Angel, I’m there with you and I love you so much. I love you and I’ll miss you forever and ever. You’re the best cat that ever lived.

Here’s to 19 years, my baby girl.