Today I put my cat, Prudence to sleep. She was five years old and three months. I adopted her June 1, 2001 when she was 10 weeks old knowing she had feline leukemia. They told me her life expectancy was 2 years. I am glad she made it past five looking so healthy the whole time. But two days ago, she looked liked she was having trouble breathing and I didn't know if it was the heat because we have no air conditioning. I brought her to the vet thinking maybe she just needs antibiotic, but her cancer had spread. I miss her. She was a great cat. All cats are great. She had a ton of energy and her nickname was the slasher because that's how she played. I hope there is an afterlife where we meet all our pets again.
She was a beautiful calico and I wish I had more time with her.