Well, he's gone.
Today, on lucky 7/7/7, poor old Jack had to go. He was twitching, foaming at the mouth, and crying. Karen and I held him under water till he passed. He didn't struggle much as he went, and I think he knew it was time, and now he's free of pain. I buried him under his peony bush, and put catnip with him. We piled stones on top to make a cairn, and I
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my sympathies are with you both.
and i'll always remember him purring under my petting.
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