I had to takemy girlfriend's old cat to the vet last fall to be put down. She couldn't bring herself to do it, and I couldn't blame her... I held Bony one last time, then they gave him the shot. He looked angry, as he often did, but then relaxed a bit. I can at least take solace in the fact that the last thing he felt was me stroking his fur, and the last thing he saw was me looking into his eyes.
*raising a beer* Here's to old pets. They'll be with us forever.
(*raising a beer* Here's to old pets. They'll be with us forever.
The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure.,
Mon 21 Mar 2005, 23:12,
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