Lucky's Story... Part 2

Sadly, we had to put Lucky-Cat down.  Her injured leg had completely healed except for a small scab from the sutures.  She had been home for a little over two weeks and was doing beautifully- loving and playful.  She had lost her limp, but she would hold up that leg when she wanted to be picked up...  Can you tell she was spoiled?  She showed no signs of pain in her leg, and had such a wonderful temperment.  She was not overly "vocal" (thank goodness because we technically weren't allowed pets in our apartment), and spent most of her time in the lap of a willing human.  She did have a strange "rippling" motion to the skin on her back.  As she was being petted most of the time, I didn't really pay much attention to it. Her last night, she layed on the couch between Aaron and I and loved on us, nothing out of the ordinalry...  Well, we went to bed, five hours later, I woke up and walked out of the bedroom to the most horrific scene I have ever witnessed.  Our apartment was covered in blood-- pools of blood.  Lucky was laying in front of our bedroom door. She had attacked her leg to an extent that I have been having nightmares about it.  Before, she had just bitten and scratched her leg (and I thought that was the worst she could do).  This time (and I apologize to those reading who might be squeamish), she had flayed her leg open from the foot to behind her head.  Aaron and I were in such a state that we didn't stop to examine her, we just wrapped her in towels and rused her to Dr. Buckman. As I said before, she had stayed at the vets and everyone fell in love with her.  When Dr. Buckman saw her, he couldn't believe it.  Not only had she opened her leg (skin and muscle), but she had chewed off the rest of her claws and had opened up her other front leg. D r. Buckman wanted to amputate her leg and keep her alive, but because she had opened the unaffected leg, he couldn't say that Lucky wouldn't do it again to another part of her body.  So we had her put down... We just couldn't handle the emotional stress of her doing it again (and felt it would be unfair to keep her alive if she was in so much pain). I posted to www.handicappedpets.com again, just wanting some answers as to why my baby would do this.  Dr. Buckman was at a complete loss... and was almost as broken up about it as we were.  He was worried it was something he did or could have forseen.  Well, as it turns out, a wonderful woman posted about "feline hyperesthesia syndrome."