I lost two cats very close together. Queenie (pretty calico mama cat) was killed by a pack of dogs in front of me in November 2002. So awful. Her son Cheetoh developed sublingual carcinoma (cancer under the tongue) the following spring and I babies him for a couple of month, buying him baby food and watering it down so that he could eat it. But one day his misery outweighed his quality of life, and it was time to have him put down. Believe me, being able to alieviate pain in a furkid is easier than watching one die in pain and trauma. God bless my vet who let me usher Cheetoh over the Rainbow Bridge in calm and peace. Next post is the picture of the two of them.






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