Originally posted by Truespode
We do. It is a male Minx that we inherited when we bought the house (long, funny story).
It is dying... it has bone cancer in the jaw and its lower jaw is the size of half a softball now. He has trouble eating so we buy him this special stuff from the vet. He is still playing a little and sleeping a lot as well as losing weight. Once he stops eating we'll have a very tough decision but he's had a great 19 year run.
Ivan
Ivan,
I'm sorry I made light of your situation or of any cat owners. I was just ribbing Sarge and not trying to make fun of cats. One of my many fond memories was of Mittens, a precocious Maine Coon that was a fighter till the end....
I cried and cried when he died because I had treated him as a toy when I was growing up. He died at the grand old age of 16. I was only 8 at the time and really had no idea what death was, but I was confronted with it head on when that wildcat died. No matter how many times he would jump me from under the bed or when he would purr when I rubbed him the right way, he was always game. The day finally came in sis's room, Mittens died on my sisters bed with me on the floor sitting with him and stroking him.
My fondest memories will always come from the pets that I have owned... :whiner: