Tommy, one of the cats that my mom and I share, died yesterday from diabetic complications. I found Tommy in a convenience store parking lot in 2002; he had narrowly missed being runover by a pickup truck. After a few weeks at our house, we could tell that something was wrong. The vet diagnosed him as diabetic, and said that with proper care (insulin twice a day), he could probably live for eighteen months. That was five years ago. He lived a long, happy life for those five years, and we will miss him.
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RIP, Tommy.
Although I'm a really tough guy, I cried when my cat was killed by a train. So sad.
My dad died when I was Twenty and it was like a cloud came overhead and rained for a year; when 'Angel' (the pictured kitty) died, it was silent...Everything was gone. It was hurt like I never imagined! My empathy is yours!
Most of all, (on behalf of cat-lovers everywhere) Thanks for giving Tommy the life that he deserved: a Loved life!
All of your comments have made me teary again. (or course, I still get teary when I think about Smokey or Sammy or any of the other animals I've lost over the years) It's definitely just important to remember that without me and my mom, they never would have had the happy lives they did have.
Off to curl up with Mia.
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