Originally Posted by GoldenKitty45
My 13 yr old cat was full of cancer - went from a solid 14 lbs to a mere 6-7 lbs in a few months. We didn't want him to suffer any more.
SO many people understand. SO many.
Yes, it was another perfect Spring day out here. 75 and sunny - a warm Chinook wind coming down to the foothills where we live, blowing all the cherry and crabapple blossoms through the air. Sasha wanted to go outside and sit in the morning sun - of course he can! - so mom opened the door and there he enjoyed himself all day. We took Sandy puppy girl up to Mt. Rainier for a 2 mile hike along the White River, watching the rapids, and my heart and mind were always on Sasha....would he still be there when we got back??? He was, crashed out on top of the picnic table, happy. He ate all the food I left out for him, and you wouldn't even know anything was amiss except for the white powder residue from crushing his cancer pills over his food.....
We are truly humbled by the outpouring of your emotions for us and the way everybody hasn't left our side.