Back on June 1st, I started a thread about one of our cats, Annie (short for Little Orphan Annie). In it, I asked the question, “When is it time…?” Well, turns out her “time” was today. We consulted hoped for improvement, but it didn’t happen. She grew thin, and weak. Her symptoms worsened, to the point that she was bleeding daily. And she would “pass out,” as my wife called it. She perched in the windowsill, but multiple times a day, she would just fall off the windowsill to the floor. And she didn’t land on her feet, like cats do, but she would just fall to the floor with a thud. Sometimes it would take her a minute before she would get up. When I posted about her 2 months ago, she didn’t seem to be in pain. Annie would hardly move all day long, and never uttered a sound. Today, she started a mournful cry. It was just clear that she was continuing to go downhill, and we decided to put her down rather than wait for things to get even worse. Tough decision. I console myself with knowing that we gave her a good home and a good life for eleven years. Annie was pretty much a feral kitten that was rescued by my grandchildren. They couldn’t keep her themselves at the time, so they thought it was a great idea for my wife and me to raise the kitten so they could watch it grow through the years. We couldn’t say “No.” One of the hardest parts of this is getting the news to our grandkids up in San Antonio.