monday was one of the saddest days of my life. my furry friend of 14 years, a cat called beauty, had been getting gradually more ill over a period of years. he was in great spirits, and playful as ever, but his body was getting thinner and thinner because his digestive system was infected. finally, he was diagnosed with cancer and i did the kind thing and had him put down by the vet.
fortunately, i was able to spend several hours fussing over him before the final moment, so he died having been loved until the last possible second. that's about the most that any of us can hope for.
it was very sad looking down at his lifeless body, but the words that came to mind, and which i spoke aloud to him as i left, were "thanks for 14 great years".
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