I had to decide between the illness and injury thread or here.
Our poor, poor kitty finally was in such bad shape we had to have her put to sleep. According to the vet, a major crisis was probably only about a week away (this photo is from maybe a couple of months ago). She had a mastectomy last summer, but the cancer had spread again, including to her lungs which was making breathing very hard, and also to the nerves in one leg, which she'd lost the use of. A very hard decision, but the right one.
My son (now 15) named her when we got her (about 8 years ago - she was a stray about one year old). He named her Dragon because she was kind of wild back then - she climbed up my wife to try to get to one of our other cats which she was holding. She was some kind of cross between Siamese and Burmese or something. Pretty mellow once she got used to us. She was the only cat we had now (just a corn snake left!), so we have to decide what's next. My wife and sons want a dog, I want to get two cats that are in need of a home.
Well, she was cute, eh? I love cats - they really never do anything objectionable once they love you.
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