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La Gringa

Oh, wow, I'm sorry. I had no idea. Man, I don't know what I'd two if my two little guys died. I had a cat once - named B.J. (Brat, Jr.). She was born in my lap (awesome experience in and of itself) and I had her for about five years before she died of pancreatic cancer. It upset me so much that I would not let myself bring another animal into my life for about fifteen years.

Now I've got two - Stinkyboy and Buddy - and always worry about them if they sneeze or barf. Ya know, what if? It's awful!

I'm really sorry about Henry, dude.

badgerbag

Oh! He wasn't my cat! He's our co-house-mates' cat. But I was helping take care of him while he was sick, and the Acrobat (his actual "companion" who lives next door in our duplex) showed me the card that came from the vet. It wasn't to me.

Our cats are 7 years old and going strong....

gwendomama

wow... that is one nice vet. our ped didn't even send us a note when our kid died. which has always really pissed me off.

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