My cat,Jessie, had been sick.  I noticed that the cats weren't eating or drinking as much as usual.  Jessie was lying around and being listless.  I went to daughter, Angie's, on Saturday, June 9, 2012, and stayed overnight.  I came home Sunday morning to get ready for Michele's graduation party.  Jessie was still lying around and looked like she had lost alot of weight.  She wouldn't eat or drink.  She was breathing very heavily.  Daughter,Christy, came down and said she didn't think Jessie would make it.  

We went to Michele's graduation party for her daughter.  When we came back, Jessie was worse.  Christy left for home and texted Angie about Jessie.  Then Angie called me and said, "Why didn't you let me know about Jessie?"  Angie's son, Christian, already had strep throat.  She had to take her son, Luke, to the doctor on Monday morning for his routine checkup.  He also has strep throat.  Then she and kids came down to my house.  We weren't sure what to do about cat, Jessie.  I said it would be better to let her die instead of taking her to a vet who would torture her with tests.  Angie took Jessie to the Cranberry Cat Clinic while I watched the kids. They took x-rays, over $100, and advised her to take Jessie to the Pittsburgh Veterinary on Camp Horne Road which she did.  They asked Angie, "Do you want us to do CPR?" Angie said, "No."  They did take Jessie back and tapped her chest or lungs???  They managed to get some fluid up. Later, they came out and told Angie that Jessie had died on her own.  We felt bad that we weren't there in her presence when she died.  Maybe it would have been better to just leave her at home where we could have been with her at the end.  Pgh.Vet. charged over $400 for that visit.  They did give her a casket.  Angie took Jessie up to her house.  Angie's husband, Chris, came down here and picked up the kids.  In all the ruckus, Angie forgot her cellphone at my house which meant we couldn't even contact her to see what was going on.  Angie went to work Tuesday.  I came up to Angie's house.  I brought a shovel, and we buried Jessie at Angie's house. I stayed at Angie's until Friday since she was working.  I came back home on Friday night.  I brought my other cat, Scooter, to Angie's with me for the week.  Scooter, was very upset without his friend.  He kept looking all over my house for Jessie.  I tried to tell him that she is no longer here.