My cat, Cookie, died of pnuemonia and a low blood count. So they explained to me that she was breathing through a straw in water. And it was my descision, and I couldn't see her in pain.
I rode home with her in a box on my lap. My grandpa buried her in my aunt's backyard with a card I made for her.
I love you, Cookie. Meet me at the other side of the bridge, please. cry cry cry cry cry
The Pets and Animals Guild!
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