Back in 2002, my ex gave me a pair of kittens. A male Maine Coon, and a female Calico. Today we took Tubster, the male, down to Dr. Duncan's to, as they say, "Go live with a farmer."
For the last month he's rapidly declined. He could barely walk and would have violent seizures. It was time. As we drove into Eastland, I told him, "We're going home Tubster."
Rest well my fuzzy little friend, you will be missed.

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