We didn't wake up this morning expecting to say good-bye to our cat Maggie. She was fine when I fed her breakfast at five, but by ten in the morning she was unable to walk on her hind legs. We took turns holding her and trying to comfort her for the next two hours until our vet was available. She confirmed that Maggie was suffering from saddle thrombosis with little chance for a normal, happy recovery. We said good-bye to Maggie about 12:30. We spent the rest of the afternoon watching the cross country race in the Olympics in stunned silence. We ended our day with a quiet walk in North Chagrin.
Maggie was destined to be a barn cat in Pennsylvania before we adopted her. She never grew much bigger than five pounds and had the softest fur I have ever felt. She was a gentle soul. I am glad her pain was short. We will miss her. Rest well Maggie.