 , for giving Herbie a "cyber final resting place" |
| On Tuesday, October 27, 1998, I took Herbie to the Central Jersey Emergency Veterinary Service, due to a recurrence of ketoacidosis. After the emergency treatment, I then took him to his regular veterinary service, where he started to respond. On Wednesday evening, his doctor called me. Although he was responding to the treatment, he was still not eating and had become lethargic.. so she was going to run a blood analysis on him the following day.
Thursday evening she called me and, in her own sweet way, informed me that Herbie was in liver failure. When I asked her if it was "fixable," she told me it was not. I told her to do nothing until I got there. It took a while, but finally I just called a cab to take me to Herbie. The kind people there put me in a room and brought Herbie to me. I took one look and knew there was only one thing left to do. So I sat with Herbie for a while, petting him, crooning to him, reminiscing with him, telling him how much I loved him and that it was almost over. The doctor brought in the syringe and, with me still holding my dear beloved friend, injected him with the one remaining "medication" that would ease his distress. That distress was gone in less than 10 seconds, along with my most cherished Herbie. It will take a very long time for me to "come to terms with" this event, and so I will leave this page up, for a while, as my final tribute to the cat who thought I was his mother. :) RIP, dear Herbie 10/29/98 |
| , for giving Herbie a "cyber final resting place" |