You've been in my life for six years, and rabid's 19 - and from when you were born on a farm, you came a long way to become the special kitty in our lives. Once you were the biggest cat i'd ever seen, scaring everyone who came near you - but now you're just an elderly softy who just loves to cuddle up - and go mental for a bowl of milk, even if you're not supposed to have it.
And thats why the decision we have to make now is so difficult.. to stress you out so much at the age of 19, putting you through first the seemingly none stop trips to the vets to have your blood tests done, which you cry none stop until we're home - followed by regular checks ... and finished with stressing you out more so by forcing you to have two tablets a day when you rarely let us give you one.. And all this would simply prolong the inevitable.. or we must choose to let you go.. if only we could ask what you want..