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Originally Posted by Eric
Know what you mean ... my Sadie was 22 when I had her put down. We were together for a third of my life. Here she is on her last day. I really miss her, but she had a great life, and she's still alive in my heart. That last trip to the vet is part of the deal when you sign on to take care of an animal.
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You are so right with that one...but at the time you take on a pet you never really hope that you will have to make that decision.You really hope that your pet will die in their sleep after a long and happy life.
So making the decision is
always painful.
It is good to see that Gus has returned and looking very well. I don't know these cats, but when you told me that they hadn't showed up after the arctic winter I worried about them...and hped for a good outcome.
The picture did it for me.
I have taken in many stray cats over the years......and if they do not appear for a few days I get a bit twitched.
We used to have a visiting ginger tom...I was really attached to him.
He went missing for six weeks one time. I was really upset about it.....so when he turned up thin and scrawny my husband rang me at work to tell me. I worked for the rest of the day with a huge grin on my mush...all because of a ginger cat.