Yesterday I was supposed to take our cat, Scar, to the vet. He has been breathing heavily the last while and over the weekend it worsened considerably. Of course there aren't any vets open Saturday nights or on Sundays, so I figured I would take him yesterday morning. He has been acting normal - eating good, drinking well, wanting attention - aside from the breathing, and I was thinking he may have a bit of asthma from what I had read online. He was wanting out Sunday night to get the cool night air, which seemed to make him feel better. So I let him out. Yesterday morning....no Scar. Went to work to turn in vacation request, get a report done, came home....no Scar. Waited all day. No Scar. No Scar this morning. I'm pretty sure we won't be seeing our kitty again. And I am wracked with guilt because I didn't get him to the vet and I am afraid he is laying out there suffering. I think it would take 2 of me to feel any worse. I hope to God he shows up so I can get him help, but it's so unusual for him to not to come home, especially if he's not feeling well, that I think he's gone. So 'bye Putzo...we'll miss your fuzzy little "Nermal" face, your curly tummy hairs and your white "boxing gloves", and I will even miss the mouse parts on the doorstep.
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