GMH
For the last two weeks before he died, my cat could not see, hear or control his bowels. Through the whole thing, he never left my bed, and until the night before he died, whenever I picked him up, all tension would leave his body and he would relax. His sense of safety in my arms still GMH.
Ummm, wtf. Why did this person not put her cat to sleep before his condition got so ridiculously bad? It’s called put the cat out of its misery, psycho.
This doesn’t give me hope, it gives me the heebie jeebies.
