Lurker's Corner

The last thing we can do for our animal companions is end their suffering. Veronica, who went into decline from renal failure about a day and a half ago, is playing with Elmer (my first cat, 17 when he passed) this morning.

She was about 15 years old. Pinnacle of her career as a bug huntress: catching a fly on the wing in her paws. Nadir: spitting it out because she hated the taste of bugs.

Somewhere, Elmer is saying "oh, you again?" and rolling his eyes.