The first job I had when I moved my family to Anchorage was running the city's Animal Control Shelter. For 4 years I started my workday out with a cup of coffee in one hand and a syringe of Pentathol in the other. Each morning I would kill 30 or 40 dogs and cats in order to make room for the 30 or 40 that would be coming in that day. Most of them gentle and loving animals. I became very skilled at providing a pain free death. But I never became comfortable with this duty. I know how close pets and their owners become, and I truly sympathize with the loss of your cat.

Mike