The little black kitten, Taz, went to the Bridge this afternoon.

He was the smallest and was "failure to thrive". He developed bacterial pneumonia. The vet tried every antibiotic there is. He was in an O2 tent. I went to see him this morning and he was so fragile, the glimmer in his eyes was gone. He was breathing at a 1/4 lung capacity.

It broke my heart to see him so frail and struggling to breathe. I called Jan and told her. She was beside herself. But I convinced her that is what was best.

I always thought it would get easier with time. It doesn't.