Saturday, October 19, 2013
Hobbes Calls it "Quits"
In 1995, she was a young cat, one of my Mother's "outdoor" cats in an area of "big streets". When I saw her at Mom's house, I opened the back door; the cat came in. It was near my birthday, so Mom had her spayed and de-clawed for my gift. Wonderful Cat! The past 15 months, Hobbes had kidney failure; we regularly infused her system with the prescribed saline water, but life was losing it's luster, plainly.
She was in a coma when we woke up this morning, so we took her to the vet for the "help along" shot. Amen.
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