. to a very special little guy, who we had to put down today because he had blood cancer, and there is no cure for that...It wasn't an easy decision to make, but it was also an oddly easy one to make. As much as I did not want to do it, and it hurt like hell, still does, and probably will for a while, he was already in a lot of pain...and thinner than he should have been, and I did not want to suffer--or to get to the point where everything he did was unbearable for him. I know I don't have to explain myself...It was cancer, and a horrible cancer at that; it was killing him, but I want to say it anyway.
My kitty, What's-His-Face, was not perfect, but who really is? He'd poop outside the litter box, never inside, he'd throw-up hairballs left and right, and eat plastic when he shouldn't, but even with those flaws--he was still the best boy.
He was sweet, and kind, and affectionate, and social--he never threw fits, he was easy to bathe, and was so, so good when he had vet appointments. We could shave him every summer when it was too hot for all his fur, and he'd just let us. He enjoyed being brushed and adored catnip and squeezy treats. His eyes were like an owl's, all through his life. He always had a vacant but lovable stare on his face.
He was tolerant of so much, right to the very *end* and I am going to miss him with everything I have...My owl-faced, sweet, fluffy, little old guy. RIP, my fuzzy, BEST boy.