We're all very sad this morning. We have to put my kitty Dolce down. We thought the feeding tube we had placed on Monday might help her, but last night, she wouldn't move and didn't want to be held, and at one point we found her hiding in a bunch of junk in a box that we were going to take to Goodwill. And then she had diarhhea several times in the night, around the house. We felt that she was trying to tell us something. This is not a thing I take lightly. Helping a sick animal pass on is just about the hardest decision I've ever had to make. I realize that at some point, it has to stop being about me and what I want - to keep her forever - and think about her quality of life. She just seemed so tired and sick. I don't want her to be sick and in pain anymore. Tim has been so wonderful, taking her to the vet when I can't and being supportive of the feeding tube and of trying anything that might make her better -- even though he wasn't the one who really want...
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