Moesha...I am so shocked and saddened by this. I thought his "medicine mush" would help, and he was eating so well Sunday night...

But I am reminded of the passing of my mom's cat Pyka (he was one of two Lilac point littermates that belonged to my late sister). He had had surgery for nasal cancer...and they didn't get it all. Mom was syringe feeding him at home (much to the surgeon's surprise - they said he had to have a tummy tube in because Orientals were "impossible" to syringe feed...little did they know about the love and bond between a cat and his Mom!). However, he never to eating on his own...and Mom and I decided that there was no point in waiting for the inevitable when he was really really sick and miserable. He was PTS on my birthday in 2007, a little over a year after my sister died.

I think it was the same with Morgan...why wait until he is truly suffering? I was so so hoping he would thrive.

Thank you for the pics...what a gorgeous grey boy, with those yellow eyes and thick velvety coat.

As I have quoted elsewhere: "Sometimes God takes our loved ones home to heal." - Carrie R., Colorado

Morgan, you are healed and whole and catching mousies for your Mom at the Bridge - and you will meet her in a wonderful place One Fine Day.

Moe, I truly hope that when we pass from the earth, we see all our beloveds again, including our furbabies. It just wouldn't be Heaven without them.