This morning my sister's beloved thirteen year old kitty kat named Luther passed away.
About a week ago he stopped eating regularly and wasn't himself and it was determined there was fluid in his belly and he might have to have one kidney removed because it was full of stones. This morning during surgery his vet found cancer--all over.
Sis had to make that awful choice. While he was sedated and dreaming about his younger kitty kat days running and jumping and playing, Mister Luthor was given a shot to relieve his pain forever.
Now he can run, jump, eat, and play all he wants and he'll never hurt again.