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Last week I had to put my cat Speckles down.

She was not pooping, not eating, and had lost a lot of weight. I even let them keep her over at the vet for three days to try to get her kidney numbers down. It didn't work, so the only right thing was to end her pain. She was so weak, with a tiny meow.

I got her from simplykimberly (lj user simplykimberly) in 2006, and my wife got her sister Collette (aka Coal-ette). Wee bitty kittens, so adorable and cute. I have a few pictures from over the years, although she seldom stayed still for them unless she was sleeping. She was a fairly happy tortie with the requisite tortietude.

It is still sinking in that she's gone, no longer sleeping on me (and no longer deciding to make a certain area of my bed her litterbox even though we cleaned her box daily.) Her coat was always silky soft, and she liked to sit next to me as I browsed the computer, trying to strop her cheeks on my keyboard.

It will be a while before I get another cat. The vet cost me nearly $8,000, and two of our other cats are also 16 years old, which may mean more vet $$.

They depress me. Every one of them seems to want a veterinarian reference, with phone number so they can call and spy on you, and to know about your job, and every other pet you've ever had, plus whether you rent or own, every pet you've had, where the cat would sleep (answer: Wherever they want - they're a CAT!!) or some such nosy crap.
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