Has not been a good few weeks. We came home from the fire up north to find one of the cats sick. I spent half the day at the vet yesterday and still brought home a sick cat. They gave me all of his charts though, which meant they felt it was pretty serious. Hours later, he took a turn for the worse and we had to put him down. He was a week short of his birthday, which happened to be the 4th of July. He was my daughter's cat, but she couldn't take him when she moved to the east coast, so he's been with me for his whole life. He was a stray, so we sort of feel that he got a shot at a good life and we tried to make sure he enjoyed it. He had been sick much of his life, but he was always a happy cat. The doctor said with his conditions, they were surprised he lived as long as he did, so he was a tough one. Rest in peace Fiz.
