Killer 1998-2011
He was my first cat, a Bobtail Manx. It's been harder and harder for him to get up and move around the past 6-8 months and this morning the vet confirmed arthritis in his shoulders, elbows and hips. She said there are meds for it but they aren't near as effective as the ones for dogs and I saw no need for him to suffer anymore. To do so would have been selfish on my part.
When the shelter got him, he was 2-3 months old and weighed less than a pound due to malnutrition. They weren't even sure he'd make it through the night but he was a fighter. I picked him because he was ornery and gave him the only name suitable for him, Killer.
Not only was he the Alpha of our cats, he was also the peacemaker and comforter. He broke up the occasional spat between the others and would comfort any that got into trouble for some reason. If one of the others acted or sounded like they were in trouble or hurt, he was first on the spot to make sure all was well.
Some say our pets have no souls but the way I figure it, anything that loves us as unconditionally as our pets do has got to have a soul and I'll see him again...
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We lost our Lance last year and it still hurts to think about it and I miss his little butt. 
