We sent Jelly to join her long lost sister, Peanut Butter, early Wednesday morning.
I was curious what a necropsy might show, but 4:30 on a Wednesday morning was not a convenient time for such a project, so I just let it go. Wouldn't change anything anyway. I really feel like she probably had cancer but I just don't know where. Maybe something will show up on the biopsies.
We are sad now, but in the long run it's probably for the best. It probably would not have been been that wonderful for her to live another 5-10 years in the garage and we had reservations about putting a house cat of that age to live in the barn. But now she is catching mice with PB across the Rainbow Bridge, or just basking in the sun...
Small Talk and the American Mind
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