Looking up

D.C is home now. She is very twitchy, most likely from the stress and surgery.
I was able to get a little more info on the amount of string that was removed. It was 2+ feet and along the string were balls of knotted string. So apparently she ate quite allot of the stuff.
She tired and won't quit licking the tape on her arm where her IV was. Better than licking her stitches.
I forgot to ask how long the surgery was, but she did say that she checked all stuff including the stomach. So I imagine it was a long one. The incision on her belly is about 8 inches long and it looks ouchy.
I have to watch her very closely and check her temp to make sure she doesn't get a fever or infection.
If all goes well she can get her stitches out in 10 days. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Got a call

The Vet called late Saturday night to give us an update. Stress Level 10
D.C made it through the surgery just fine. Stress level 6.
She ended taking 2 more feet of string out of her. Stress Level 7
I was happy she made it through until the Vet started talking about infection. Stress Level 10
She wanted to let us know she wasn't out of the woods just yet. She doesn't have an infection she was just telling us that a infection could be a bad thing.
Hours without my baby... 35 and counting. My nerves are shot.

We spent the day trying to find the string that she got a hold of. After 2 rooms no luck, hubby dragged the couch away to find a small spool of tatting thread. "What the!?!" I swear that I threw all that thread away months ago. I have no idea where she had it stashed until now and where she found it at.
My guilt is increasing with every second. My poor kitty wouldn't be in this situation if I had been more careful with my stuff.

Just when I thought it was getting better...

Just when I thought it was getting better, I get "Oh no you thought wrong."
Last night as I was getting ready for bed, D.C. jumped on my lap and was acting strange. I started to pet her to calm her down. When what do I see? A 1 1/2 ft. string sticking out of a place it shouldn't be. I gave it a gentle tug, no good, I woke the hubby up to help, the best we could do was to clip it off.
So I get up early to call the Vet, closed. So I call the emergency line, to get any Vet, $75 just to look at her. I call my friend and ask her about her Vet. Open but 2 towns away and it snowed last night. So we pack up a very unhappy kitty and off we go. We arrived ten minutes before it closed, just in time for them to tell us that my baby must go under the knife to get the problem fixed. Starting cost $500 and up, my kitty priceless.
They will do the surgery either tonight or tomorrow, I'm a wreak. Until she's home and healed up, I don't think I'll be able to stop stressing out.
I was just starting to feel better, not as many sad thoughts. But now, I don't know how much more I'll be able to take.

Bad news

It has been a bad couple days.
Wednesday we had to let Sheena go. I miss her very much. I haven't felt like doing anything, not even crochet.

It was a hard decision to make but the Vet said we had gone about as far as we could go and we were making the right decision. I still didn't want to do it tho. But I said as soon as I thought she was suffering that I would let her rest. It was time.

Wish I had better news to report.