My cat. Grey, died today. Over the past couple of months she had dropped about 6 pounds. Which doesn't sound like much until you realize she was only a 10 pound cat to begin with. Her liver failed. The vet suggested it was probably cancer, but we didn't do the tests to be sure. We had been hand feeding her, with limited success, for weeks. Finally, this morning, her bladder control failed. We took her to the emergency clinic, and the vet told us while we could keep fighting if we wanted, he didn't think it would do any good. So we petted her and loved her as the doctor put her down. We didn't want her to die alone.

Now she is buried in the family pet cemetery, next to the massive gold fish grave. I think she would like it there. It is peaceful. And I hope she is much happier now than she has been in months. Rest well, my lovely baby.