I'm going to have to change my profile picture as I can't bear to see my dearest smidgett. I had to take her to the vet today as she'd been unwell for a month (we hadn't been able to afford to take her to the vet any earlier as I would've liked). I was expecting the vet to say she had a bad case of worms, or maybe collitus, but no - the vet said she'd got a tumour in her lymph nodes and that it was inoperable. We could either take her home, and the vet would support us in trying to maintain her quality of life, or we could have her put down. She's not been herself for the last few weeks, and everytime she miaows at me it just sounds like she's saying "Help! I'm not well. Help me!". She'd lost all her bounce and energy, and I felt it would be cruel to prolong her suffering, so I had to make the hard decision and agree to having her put down. It was so sudden. I'm still in shock. I know she's just a cat, but I feel grief stricken. It's not the same with her not around. Our other...
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