Alright, this is Sheba. Foxtrot lent me her account because of stuff going on with mine. This is really hard to say. You guys remember Figgy, my Norwegian Forest Cat? He got struvite crystals. We didnt even know. He didnt tell us like he usually does. We took him to an emergency vet to catederize him so we could go to our normal vet in the morning so they could clear him out all the way. They wouldnt. The nurse just smiled and said, "Oh, no, we HAVE to knock him out to catederize him, and if you don't check him liver, he might die!" The bill was 700 bucks. My mom and I were crying our eyes out as we carried Figgy back to the van for an excruciatingly painful night. We were originally hoping he would die peacefully in the little sleep that he did get that night. He slept in the litterbox, and if we touched him, he would yowl in such a painful way.. it just broke our hearts. He makes it through the night. At first, I'm thankful, and we could take him to the vet and get him on the right track. My mom just had to make me go to school. I was begging and pleading to go to the vet, but she said that an already painful decision could make it even more painful with me being there. So, I go to school. As soon as I get him, I ask, "Where's Figgy? I want to check up on him." He.. he's dead. My mom said that his little black cat tail was wagging all the way to the very end, and he knew he was going to a better place right then. I didnt even get to say good-bye.