Well, my day did not start off well. I had to take my girl cat in to the vet to have her checked out. She had been having breathing, eating and drinking problems. She was pooping outside of her litter box for the last couple of weeks. I had told them to keep the tests to a minimum. I'm not dumping thousands of dollars on a dying cat. They agreed and lowered the office visit charge and slimmed down the blood tests to three vital ones. They had difficulty drawing blood. After giving her fluids, because she was dehydrated, they tried to get the rest of the vials. Nope. She started freaking out. They got a towel to help hold her down, but she started really freaking out. I tried helping by holding her down, but she bit through my finger. Finally, the doc said that her signs pointed to something with her heart. I agreed to have her put down right then. Anyways... I cried on my way out with an empty cat carrier. We had just celebrated our 14th anniversary of living together just a few weeks ago. Her son isn't freaking out. He's about to turn 14 in 3 1/2 weeks.