So I just received some relatively unfortunate news from my parents – my old cat, Spot, had to be put to sleep today. He had been developing both cutaneous and visceral mast cell tumors over the past few months, and they finally progressed to the point where he could not sleep for the pain, much less move well. While he was one of the grumpiest felines I have ever had the pleasure of working for, he was still a good cat, and for those of you who do such things, I would appreciate a prayer or two for him. Hopefully he finds the peace he was grumping about lacking down here… or he is giving God hell for the deficiencies of his corporeal life. I would wager on the latter.
Condolences man. Losing a pet is one of those unavoidable bummers of life. I used to live with two roommates who had cats. I still miss both of those critters.
Yup, there is no way around it, and while my family has lost quite a few cats over the years, it still sucks. Slowly working on Better Half about acquiring a feline for our home, though…