W.P. 1991?-2011
Three of us went to the vet clinic tonight. Two of us came home, leaving a large piece of our hearts behind.
Sometimes doing the right thing hurts like hell.
Three of us went to the vet clinic tonight. Two of us came home, leaving a large piece of our hearts behind.
Sometimes doing the right thing hurts like hell.
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Oh yes it does â¦
hurt like hell.
I’m so sorry.
Oh no, poor WP. And poor Salamander and Prof. Thinking of you all 🙁
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I’m so sorry. She’ll leave a huge gap.
WP had such presence that I feel as if I knew her, even though I never had the privilege of being subjected to her steely gaze.
Please pass on my condolences to the Professor, the one member of your family whom I’ve been lucky enough to meet in person.
Oh, I’m so, so sorry. My condolences to you and especially to the Professor, as he was her human "slave." I’m sure she will be sorely missed. Please give him a hug for me.
I’m so sorry to hear this. Condolences and ((hugs)) to you both. You guys gave her a wonderful life, I know.
I’m so sorry.
We are so sorry! She was some cat. You must feel such a void. Twenty years is a long time. She obviously had the best of slaves. Hubby says, "Tell her I’m sorry to hear it, and I can sympathize with the loss of their pet very deeply."
I think I just saw him wiping his eyes.
I’m so sorry but you’ve given her the best gift by letting her go before she really suffered. Were I a cat you’d be my choice in a human.
So sorry for you and the prof. one of the hardest thing you can have to do.
So sorry….