Thank you all for your kind words. I guess my writing does move people and that was slammed home yesterday when I woke up to find my hubby at the computer reading "A Cat of Courage" and bawling his eyes out.
Dunkin was really his kitty. She held it against me that I was the one who always took her to the vet and she preferred Mike's chest at night, and his lap in the mornings.
I miss her so much- there is huge hole in our lives right now that she used to fill. I still keep thinking I see her curled up by the heater at night- and playing cat door patrol- she used to sit by the cat door inside the kitchen and swat at all the other cats when they came in and out! LOL Some quit coming into her kitchen domain and started using the second door in the bedroom. She had an impressive way about her. I know we made the right choice, I know she would of never chosen the path of treatment. I just wish it would quit hurting so much.