Our beloved kitty Bert passed away monday night.

The hardest part is that we have no idea WTF happened.

We had just gotten him over his urinary blockage incident (which almost killed him!) and he's been acting, well, just fine! We really thought the worst was behind us, I mean, he was only 8!

What happened is this; He was doing just great Sunday night (11/2/08), then monday morning when the cleaning lady showed up, she found him "foaming at the mouth" and breathing through his mouth as well. (Cats only 'pant' when they're very freaked out apparently) So, she took him to the vet for us at about 10:30am.

So, after finding out that my job was ending that day (I was on a contract and was told that it would go to the end of the year) I got home and went straight to the Vet and the vet said she wanted me to take him to the emergency vet place for observation as he seemed to get a bit better after she treated him for having gotten into some pesticides (which he hadn't, but thats what she assumed given his symptoms.) So I take him to the emergency place and they do their intake and ask a bunch of questions about what he might have gotten in to, but there is nothing here that he hasn't already been exposed to his whole life so we were kinda stumped. The vet guy said that he was going to give Bert a seditive just to see if calming him down a bit would help.

I left the emergency vet place around 7:30pm and went home. I'm sitting around watching T.V. and at about 9:20pm he [the emergency vet] calls and says that Bert's having a "neurological episode" (very possibly a stroke of some kind) and I told him to go ahead with CPR (we already said thats what we wanted) then I called Linda.

That went about as you'd expect. I told her that one of us needed to call them back and she decidec to be the one to do that. So, she calls them back and found out that he wasn't going to "come out of it" and be ok so she told them to go ahead and put him down because she/we did NOT want him to suffer any more than he may have already / up to that point.

So that is basically how we lost the 2nd of our two very loved kitteh's.

Of course, we still have P.I. (Polar Ice as named by the place we adopted him from) who we also love very much. At this point we are unsure as to whether or not we will get him a buddy/brother.

-Scott