We named Katie after a song my grandmother used to sing to me:
"K-K-Katie, K-K-Katie, you're the only g-g-girl that I adore;
when the m-m-moon shines over the cow shed, I'll be waiting at the k-k-kitchen door"
Wednesday morning we were reading the paper in the living room. Suddenly we heard a piteous yowling from the other room. We ran to the kitchen and found Katie lying on the floor. It was clear that she was in pain. We took her to the vet, who told us she was "throwing clots". I didn't know what that meant. The vet said it was like a stroke, that there were blood clots going to her legs and she couldn't stand up. I asked her if that was causing the pain, and she said yes. She told us it would not get better, so we decided to have her put down rather than die slowly and in pain. I know that anyone who has had to do this will understand how we felt. We had to say goodbye to Katie.
Katie will be missed. The other kitties were looking around for her last night. I could tell they knew something was amiss.