It's done. I had Momma Cat put to sleep this morning. She was about 16, and was going into serious kidney failure. It was just a matter of time. I knew she would only get worse, and I couldn't cope the death watch. Anyway, I'm supposed to be the grown-up, and it's my job to make those kind of hard decisions. The vet agreed that I made the right decision, but 16 years just isn't long enough.

I still have Molly and Little One, but the house just won't be the same without Momma Cat.

Maryanne