Last of my NY cats.
We'd been treating an ear infection since last week.
Last night before bed my son said he thinks something is wrong so I went upstairs to look.
Gandalf was just lying there, labored breathing which looked like the hiccups.
I took a closer look, he was pretty limp and foaming at the mouth.
Immediately tossed him in the crate and hauled ass to the 24 hour Vet.
He stopped making sounds about 2-3 minutes out and by the time I got there I knew he was gone.
He was only 12.
He was my daughters favorite cat. She was already asleep last night when all this went down and she just found out.
Rough morning around here.
