A few years back, we lost two of the family dogs within a few months of each other - to be fair, they were both about 14, which is a good age for Border Collies, but it was horrible. Mum & Dad had just seperated & those dogs were my Mum's entire world; she was absolutely devastated when Josie, the first one, went. We were kind of expecting it as they were so old, but we thought Boot would go first and they were both still very active - Mum found Josie in her bed, unable to get up, the vets reckoned she had a stroke. The vet came out & put her down - Boot followed about 6 months later after his kidneys failed. It was ridiculous - anyone would have thought there was a death in the family after they went, we were all so upset. Mum was in pieces as she had lost her two companions, but as I moved abroad a short while later she took my dog Molly, which suited everyone as Mum didn't want a puppy & I knew Molly would get a great home with a fairly large garden, lots of walks & loads of attention as Mum works from home. I do miss her a lot, but I know that she is happy - I couldn't have subjected her to the heat over here, she really can't handle it, and she needs lots of space to run in, being a border collie. She certainly wears the trousers in Mum's house - she is spoilt rotten - Mum won't leave her for more than a few hours at a time now & if she will be out longer than that she has friends who babysit her! They have been trying to steal Mols for the past couple of years and have now got themselves a border collie pup who Molly loves. She's a grand little dog; I was quite worried about her when I moved out here, (I rescued her from an uncertain fate as a pup - she was born without a tail, no-one wanted her and the old couple who bred her were going to have her out down as they couldn't cope with an extra pup having kept one of her sisters - her parents were working sheepdogs & they kept her sister to work her) and we had barely been apart since I had got her. When I first got her I was working in racing & she came everywhere (bar the races) with me - even when I went to work in the office she would curl up under my desk & she would get very maudlin if I left her - if I went away for more than a day she would mope & go off her food. When I go back now she's goes loopy - as she has no tail she wags her backside instead - so much so that her head hops off her backside when she's doing it! So, getting back to the question - if she was ill, or injured, I have no doubt that I would get on the first plane back to be with her, regardless of cost or anything else. A couple of years ago my brother's dog was put down (I saw him as mine too though as I shared a house with my brother for a few years - being a lad, I ended up looking after both dogs, naturally!!) on the day after I came back to Gib after my first visit home. Nobody told me he was going to be put down until after he was - Jim had taken him to the vets so he, Mum & Dad and my then boyfriend knew he was going to be put down but they deliberately kept it from me as they didn't think I would get on the plane if I knew how ill Doggan really was. I was very, very upset & pretty angry at the time, but I can see why they did it as they were probably right, I odn't think I would have got on the plane. I can well understand why you've had your cat operated on Sols, & I'm glad that she is responding to treatment - cats are very resilient & their bones heal very quickly so the prognosis sounds very good. Good luck with her.