My deaf kitty, Sally, died last night and I'm sad. She was a nice, boring kitty, she lived a good, quiet life in a home that let her do absolutely nothing for 10 years, just as she wanted it. She died at her own chosen time. I was planning to take her to the Humane Society to have her put down on Saturday. It was her liver, most likely cancer. All her pretty pink parts had turned completely yellow in the past week. The vet said she was "walking on a tight rope across the Grand Canyon and the wind is blowing really hard". Well, the wind finally won last night and took away my lazy kitty.
A yummy treat.