I had to say goodbye to my Kallie yesterday. It was such a difficult decision. She started having breathing issues in March and she was diagnosed with asthma. It was so painful to watch her breathe, but we did get it regulated and she was doing so good...until 2 weeks ago. Even the vet commented that for a kitty on death's door, she is doing so good. She was active again and breathing comfortably. I struggled with a way to administer her meds and found a teaspoon of baby food (chicken) with the crushed pills mixed in served it up in yummy fashion for my girl. She took her meds without complaint. Then, her breathing became labored again, so I took her to the emergency hospital and she spent the night in an oxygen cage. I transported her to my vet the next morning and she was 'perky'. My vet kept her for the day and said she was doing quite well and she did for another week. On Sunday, I went on a bike ride and when I got back, she was in breathing distress again. I took her to the emergency vet again and they gave her a shot that would help her breathe easier. But I was back to the emergency vet in the early morning (3am) for another shot. I just wanted her to rest comfortably until my regular vet opened up. I realized during this time, that her prognosis was not good and that I really had to let her go. Watching her gasp for air and watching her try to get some air, I wondered why I was putting her through this pain. I wasn't going to post this, but I am missing her and wanted her to know that I loved her very much and I will miss her. My DH isn't much of a pet person. He never had a pet and doesn't understand why I am crying so much and why the decision was so difficult. Hopefully she is playing with Katrina Kat and Toby Dog and will forgive me for letting her go....