We took Prissy to the vet the week after she bit me and when the veterinarian came out without looking any of us in the eye I burst into tears knowing Prissy was going to have to leave us. I soon found myself correct when the veterinarian told us her organs weren't working properly so when Prissy bit us and scratched Prissy was trying to tell us that. When the veterinarian continued saying no one could help Prissy the veterinarian asked my permission to put Prissy down. I only said yes because I knew she would suffer if I didn't, but the sad part is I never said goodbye.