Boys my cat died at 17. I knew she was in pain, I just thought it was her arthritis and we got her a shot that takes a month to kick in.

So I'd hold her and tell her it's just another few weeks, she'll be back running around again. Kidney failure. Gone. I wrote her a poem in the hospital, but reading it back now is hard.

It's just a desperate little note from a scared kid who's psychologically still begging his dad not to leave.

Lifting for you tonight, puss. Thank you for being with me my whole adult life.

picrel, 2 days before the end I was visiting her in the hospital trying to feed her with a syringe to give her some chance of recovery. It didn't work but I don't regret trying. She loved the sun.

Crank out a few chest flys for me bros, my heart has doms