My Michael, My Dream Cat passed on.
Dr Marsales and Leigh and myself were evaluating My Dream Cat as he lay on my coat. Michael was so quiet, his bottom was soiled and his paws cold and his heart racing like a trip hammer.
We could have had him taken to the clinic, but there really was no way that My Owesome Orange Cat would enjoy his life again.
I am sorry , Michael and I pray that you know how much you have meant to all of us over the nearly 18 years we were friends. All Our Awesome Angels and Murphy will be there to take you to Wendy's.
You will Love the Baconator.
I pray you forgive me and that I will see you again in love.
One Fine Day.:love: