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Just 24 hours ago at 2:10AM, I found one of our kitties almost completely unresponsive. My mom and I rushed her to an emergency vet right away.

The vet was talking to another person about their pet when we came in, and she ran over to take her to the back. Scarlett was 18 pounds and part Maine Coon, so she was a big kitty. In the back, she had a seizure and they had to give her a muscle relaxant. Based on her heartrate, which was about 40 beats per minute, they didn't think there would be enough time to figure out what was wrong and help her. So my mom and I were brought to the back to be with her.

We have her brother and sister, Bandit and Georgia, so they took blood in order to try to see if whatever happened isn't genetic. It only showed that she basically just had a massive organ failure...
No reason as to why. She was just at the vet last week, and the only thing that showed up as abnormal was high cholesterol. Everything else was perfectly ordinary, and she had a follow up appointment scheduled for the 6th to figure out why her cholesterol was high.

We made the decision to let her go, just after they took the blood, before testing was even done. Her heart was at 20 beats per minute, so she was practically gone within less than an hour of finding her.

I hate knowing that she probably had a seizure alone, and who knows how long it was from then until I found her. My dad went to bed around 1AM and he said she was just sleeping, and I found her at 2:10. I don't know how much I trust my dad on what he said either though... She could have been alone for an hour. I wish I had decided to feed the cats and go to bed earlier, but also what if she was okay then? I might have just found her in the morning instead and it would have been worse. So what-if's just suck.

We left the house at 2:12AM and were on our way home at 3:25AM... Just over an hour between finding her, her passing, and leaving her.
Honestly, I'm pretty sure I'm still in shock. I have also cried a ridiculous amount today.

Scarlett wasn't even ten years old yet. The vet said that's old for an indoor cat, but Lucky is 11-12, Amber is 14, and Angel is at least 16-17. Like out of all our cats, Scarlett, Georgia, and Bandit are our youngest! They're the babies.

We don't have any answers as to what happened; but we have Lucky, Georgia, and Bandit scheduled for vet appointments on June 8th. They're going to have blood work and everything to make sure they're all healthy. Georgia is my baby, 100% my cat, and I don't even want to imagine losing her any time before she hits like 20 years.

It's also crazy that we lost my mom's cat, Jasmine, back on February 13th, and now we've lost Scarlett too. We went from seven to five cats, and now we don't have our three tacos anymore either...

Story time;
When we got the tacos, there was a lady who cut mine and my mom's hair. Her barn cat had three kittens, and she told us that we could have them because we'd been talking about how we wanted to get siblings so they would be close. We were originally only going to take two, but their mama stopped taking care of them at five weeks old. We met in a McDonald's parking lot and we just couldn't choose one to leave. So we brought all three home.

The reason we call them the tacos is because at the time, we used to go to Chili's a lot to eat. We literally knew the waiters on a first name basis. We had the phone number of one and she also loaned me an entire series of books. Anyway, my mom really liked hold the kittens on their backs and kiss their tummies because they were so soft and fluffy. She had a dream that she was doing that and Creighton walked up and she held out a kitten and said, "Want a taco???"
Since then, they've been known as that tacos. It's really sad when dinner is ready and we're eating tacos, because someone will yell "Tacos are ready!" upstairs and all three plus Lucky would come running.

When they were babies, Lucky took care of them. He was like their mom. Scarlett would suck on his fur, which was really funny. Lucky even taught himself how to open doors for them when they wanted into a room, so now we need to keep doors locked because he'll get into everything.

Scarlett loved smoothies. She also liked peaches, but not as much as mr-steals-a-peach-and-hides-under-the-table-growling-at-everyone Bandit. XD
She was a sweetheart that didn't like being held, but loved being pet. We used to hold her and bounce her up and down for 'cat yodeling' based on an old youtube video. She loved snuggling with her brother and Lucky.
She didn't deserve to go this way...

I feel like a lot of my grief over losing her is tied into she wasn't really that old, it was entirely 100% unexpected, finding her, and the lady who cut our hair committed suicide back in 2018 and we never invited her over to see them fully grown. She only saw pictures. And that's a whole long story by itself...

rest in peace Scarlett. I wish you were still here.