Starr wrote:
Oh dear! I hope Britney's OK. Keep us posted won't you.
Thank you, for kindness is most appreciated.
I looked all around the house for her yesterday, but could not find her. I went outside several times and called her name without success. I kind of resigned myself to the fact I would not see her again. At about 7pm my parents got home. At around 8:30 I went to the store to get some things. When I got back, they have managed to find Britney. She had been in a behind the coach in a spot I somehow I had forgotten to check. I felt kinda bad about that. She was moving around pretty slowly and wasn't interested in anyone it seemed. My step-mother said she thought she had a broken or dislocated hip. I watched her for a long while until my step-mother took her son over (he originally owned the cat) to take her to the vet. My step-mom said not to expect her to return.
I didn't go with them. I guess I could have asked, but I didn't. Britney didn't look very good, and emotionally I didn't think it was necessarily a good idea (also my relations with my step-mom and her son are somewhat difficult). After they left I got more emotional then I thought. I didn't cry or anything like when our two dogs died, but I trouble keeping my emotions in check for a little bit.
It turned out she had feline leukemia, so they had to put her down. It's sad, but she did have a good life (including two litters of kittens).