This is a sad day for the Monkish family. Our little feline buddy is no longer amongst the living. I found out this morning his kidneys had failed, his heart had a murmor, his thyroid was overactive, and he had very little blood, so I took him to the vet today to have him killed. His quality of life for the past two weeks was awful. I didn't want to let him live another day in pain out of selfishness. Unfortunately, he had too many issues to survive treatment and would have lived another week or so had I not taken him to the vet today. I shall borrow my friend's cat fursuit and wear it everywhere for two months--that's my mourning process. In all seriousness, I will miss my little friend. Before he became ill he would follow me everywhere. He always wanted to be with me. He lived a total of 16 years, 8 of which were with me and my family.
