I went through this with my cat a couple months ago. Had him for 15 and a half beautiful, fuzzy years. I’m just glad that everything hit him all at once in the last couple weeks of his life so it was really obvious his time had come. I held him sleeping on my chest for the last 5 or 6 hours before it was time. Now I’m all gucked up thinking about it.
Fuck cancer.
I still miss the frito burrito. It was so good and it was like a dollar. The chips in the new “double beef” whatever $4 nonsense are always stale.