I had to cease my cat's suffering on the17th of last month. Ceasar was 17. My children were toddlers when he entered our lives. I can still see my girls dressing him in doll clothes, placing him in a coach and transporting him around the house. He never seemed to mind. In fact, I dare say he missed the attention as the children got older. On the night I took him to the vet my girls were away at school and my husband was away on business. I made the decision alone to end his suffering. I still struggle with my choice. I miss him so terribly but I try hard to remember the gorgeous, 23 pound, orange terror. Duffy's mom I SO VERY MUCH FEEL YOUR PAIN. God bless you. Try to keep happy thoughts.
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Heros don't wear capes. They wear dog tags.
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