We have to put our cat, Lyle, to sleep tomorrow. He's only four, but he has a tumor in his stomach that can't be operated on. I have to drive him tomorrow at 4:30 to the vet, where I'll meet Ofelia. We've (me, Dad, Jen, and Ofelia) been crying all day. He is (I can say "is" for now) the sweetest cat. If a thief broke in, he'd purr in welcoming. He
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