Today is a sad day. My cat of 15 years was put to sleep. he had alimentary lymphoma. 6 months ago he was 18 lbs, and before the euthanized him he was 7.3 lbs. because he was so big before (looked exactly like garfield) they couldnt see any cancer. they were able to feel it today
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what made my day, my mom took him to the clinic (she wasn't sure what was gonna happen) and the clinic is 2 blocks away from my house. She held him in her arms during the walk to the clinic. it was SO cool to know he was able to get outside one last time, breathe in the fresh air (it the first beautiful day we've had here this year) before he passed on. And he freakin loved being outside!
I knew yesterday when he was waiting at my door he was saying his good byes. I came home from work, and I live in a duplex, and he was waiting at my door, like he used to do when he was younger, but since he is so weak he hasn't done it at all lately. Well, he was there, and I pretty much got a chance to say my goodbyes and hang out with him for a while, and that is really relieving. The doctor said he had very minimal time left, and that he was hiding how much pain he was in. I feel so good that he wanted to be with me in the twilight of his life, cause I loved being around him too. He lived getting high once in a while too, which was awesome.
Bobo, RiP my dude, best cat ever. March, 1996 - April 5th 2011.