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So Long Old Friend . . .
I have no kitties here now. Unless you count Skittles (who actually lives across the street but hangs out at our house a lot of the time.)
Last Monday (and it's only now I can get this typed up without either my fingers failing me or I want to break down and cry again) we had to have Stan put to sleep.
His arthritis was getting so bad in his back legs he was having trouble jumping. He was also acting like he was having difficulty seeing out of one eye (his right eye was getting a film over it) We'd noticed this for a short bit and weekend before last made the final decision.
Unfortunately, because my Mom has been under the weather for the last few weeks and having blood sugar issues (which turned out to be a result of her body no longer making insulin) she simply didn't have the strength to make the trip to the vet.
So the only thing we could do was to call the animal shelter and have an officer come to the house to pick him up. I had to specify on the paperwork that I wanted this done (didn't think there was a choice but made the notation on the form I had to sign.)
I had this cat for 12 1/2 years . . . ever since he was born. He may have been a PITA at times but he was still family.
I hope he's somewhere on Rainbow Ridge playing with his sister Wendyburger and his brothers Cartman and Kyle and their mom, Bambi.
But I still wish he was here.
Last Monday (and it's only now I can get this typed up without either my fingers failing me or I want to break down and cry again) we had to have Stan put to sleep.
His arthritis was getting so bad in his back legs he was having trouble jumping. He was also acting like he was having difficulty seeing out of one eye (his right eye was getting a film over it) We'd noticed this for a short bit and weekend before last made the final decision.
Unfortunately, because my Mom has been under the weather for the last few weeks and having blood sugar issues (which turned out to be a result of her body no longer making insulin) she simply didn't have the strength to make the trip to the vet.
So the only thing we could do was to call the animal shelter and have an officer come to the house to pick him up. I had to specify on the paperwork that I wanted this done (didn't think there was a choice but made the notation on the form I had to sign.)
I had this cat for 12 1/2 years . . . ever since he was born. He may have been a PITA at times but he was still family.
I hope he's somewhere on Rainbow Ridge playing with his sister Wendyburger and his brothers Cartman and Kyle and their mom, Bambi.
But I still wish he was here.
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I'm so sorry ... 
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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