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Question:

Very, very touching.  Thank you for the lovely tribute to the royal gentleman, Prince. Peace.   Renee in CA Time spent with cats is never wasted. -Colette-

Response:

Carol, that was on the most beatiful, heartfelt and touching tributes I have ever read. I"m so so sorry that you lost Prince, but while he is waiting for you at Rainbow Bridge, he is once more healthy and young. It is indeed one of the hardest decisions you’ll ever have to make, but shows that you cared for him right up until the end: you did not want him the suffering he was going through to outlast his joy for life. Please accept my condolances and know that I"ll light the Sad Cat Candle tonight in honour of his life, and to light his path to the Bridge if he got lost along the way. Once again, I’m so so sorry. Vicky Chapman (aka Yowie)

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Carol wrote a little story about Prince.  She told it better than I ever could.  She doesn’t read the newsgroups, but her email address is if anyone feels like writing. My Prince It was by such wonderful luck that I had the great pleasure of owning such a beautiful cat as Prince. One of the helpdesk analysts that worked for me knew of my husband Andy’s and my great love of animals especially cats. The analyst’s name was Dave Dougherty. His brother had a white,  part Persian cat that he had given Dave to try to find it a home. Dave’s brother had owned Prince for six years, but his wife was pregnant with their first child and they did not want the cat anymore since their child would be born soon.  When Dave could not find anyone to take the cat, I offered to take Prince so that he would not have to go to an animal shelter. That was one of the best decisions I had ever made. It was not an easy decision to make since we already had two cats and a dog. Prince was never afraid of anything from the time he came into my house until his last day. When my dog Bandit would come up to him he would never back down, but hiss and carry on until Bandit backed down.  We have an orange tabby named Tiger that never did like Prince. Prince would run through Tigers room, to get to the front porch, but he would always stand up to Tiger if confronted. Right from the beginning Prince was my little boy. He didn’t like for you to pet him too much. You could maybe get to stroke him twice or three times if you were lucky, then he would run off to sit across the room and look at you. At night when we would be watching TV in bed before going to sleep, he would change his attitude and would climb up on my chest. He would knead my stomach for a few minutes and then lay on my chest with his neck stretched out next to my face. I could pet him as much as I wanted during these times and often went to sleep listening to his purr box rattling in my ear. How could you not love a cat as sweet as this one? He did have his funny habits. He liked dry Iams cat food, but did not like it in a dish. I would leave his dish on top of my Jewelry box and would take out a handful of kibbles and lay them directly on the jewelry box. He would hear me do that and immediately run to the top of the jewelry box and eat, taking his paw and pulling one kibble at a time out of the stack eating it before selecting another one. Later when he could no longer eat dry cat food, whatever soft food was put in his dish if not eaten at the first setting was garbage. He didn’t do leftovers. Prince was one of the most beautiful cats I had ever seen. He was born to have that name. His walk was regal. I used to tell Andy that when he was walking away from you he looked like he had little white trousers on his legs. I called him my little white pants boy. We had window seats at our old house. When Prince would lie in the window seat, he would stretch out his legs in front of him. He looked like Royalty on his throne. Part of Prince’s personality was his beautiful white tail. His tail was always moving. The faster it moved the more aggravated or excited he was. When he would sleep he would wrap it around his body, but it was always moving. Prince had a problem with hairballs, I guess because of his beautiful long white hair and the way he was always grooming himself. He would frequently have problems throwing up because of this. When you love an animal things like this are just another part of loving and understanding that he isn’t doing it on purpose. We would just call him our hork monster. When I came home from work he was always waiting for me in my room balanced on the back of my computer chair. The first thing he would do was try to sharpen his claws (that he didn’t have) on the leather chair. Then as I would pass by him to change clothes he would nibble my arm. In late May Prince started to shake his head a lot and sneeze. The sneezing was so bad that I thought we should take him to the vet. We were not able to see our usual vet (Dr. Pletz) and I was not happy with the diagnosis or the examination that was given to Prince. The doctor said that he had an ear infection. I won’t even go into the unacceptable way that Prince was examined by this vet. I would never go to him again. As soon as we were able to get an appointment with Dr. Pletz, we went back to get Prince examined again.  Dr. Pletz first thought it was a neurological disorder and asked us to bring Prince back again in a week. When we brought him back the sneezing was worse and Dr. Pletz could actually see a growth in Prince’s mouth that was not there the previous week. After testing and a biopsy it was determined that Prince had some form of cancer, but the lab tests could not determine what type of cancer it was. We decided to take Prince to the Animal Veterinary College in Columbia Missouri. We drove to Columbia and allowed Prince to roam freely in the car. He was not real sick at this point and was so sweet that it was a wonderful trip if you didn’t think about the reason for the trip. The doctor’s at the hospital wanted to do a C-T scan and additional biopsies so we had to leave Prince for three days in Columbia. I missed him so much. The final result was a sarcoma that was not recommended for radiation and since the tumor was in his nasal passages, they could not operate. They would try radiation or chemotherapy if we insisted, but would not give us hope that we were going to give him much time at all. The only thing we knew for sure was the treatment was almost as bad as the disease. We decided to talk to Dr. Pletz again before making our final decision. After much discussion and soul searching we decided that it would be best to make the most of the time that Prince had left and we would make the decisions that needed to be made as they were necessary. Dr. Pletz assured us that

Prince had at least six months left. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – The tumor was not noticeable until the first part of June. When we took him to the hospital for the last time the tumor was bulging out from under his lips, most of his upper front teeth had been removed because of loosening by the tumor, and he could no longer close his mouth. His tongue hung out of his mouth and he drooled constantly. All this had happened in the short time span of 8 weeks. Prince remained beautiful to me. None of this could ever change how beautiful he was. The one thing that always weighs on your heart when you make the decision to have a pet put to sleep is that they trusted you to always protect them and keep them safe from harm. The tumor seemed to grow right before our eyes, getting bigger and bigger every day. He could no longer breathe through his nose and seemed to have to fight for his breath due to congestion in his chest. This is the only reason why I made the decision that I did. It never would have been too much trouble to take care of my baby. Sunday, after the decision was made, we took him to the park.  He loved the outdoors, even though he was an indoor cat.  He lounged under trees, and tried unsuccessfully to sneek up on squirrels.  It was the last thing we could do for him before the end. As I write this it has been barely 24 hours since my Prince left us. My heart aches for the precious little boy that would give me head butts on my legs as I took him for walks outside my new home. This was his way of trying to convince you to let him go a little further down the street. The last night he was with us he slept in my lap all night long while I slept on the couch. I will try to keep that memory fresh in my mind. Do you remember the fairytale song that starts "Someday my Prince will come"? Some people wait a lifetime and never meet their Prince. I was lucky; I had a precious, beautiful cat named Prince. I only had him for a year, but I will never forget My Prince. — Andy Carlson                             |      _,,,—,,_ BJC Health System                       |,4-  ) )-,_. , (  `’-’ St. Louis, Missouri                    ’—”(_/–’  `-’_) Cat Pics: http://andyc.dyndns.org/animal.html

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Carol wrote a little story about Prince.  She told it better than I ever could.  She doesn’t read the newsgroups, but her email address is My Prince It was by such wonderful luck that I had the great pleasure of owning such a beautiful cat as Prince. One of the helpdesk analysts that worked for me knew of my husband Andy’s and my great love of animals especially cats. The analyst’s name was Dave Dougherty. His brother had a white,  part Persian cat that he had given Dave to try to find it a home. Dave’s brother had owned Prince for six years, but his wife was pregnant with their first child and they did not want the cat anymore since their child would be born soon.  When Dave could not find anyone to take the cat, I offered to take Prince so that he would not have to go to an animal shelter. That was one of the best decisions I had ever made. It was not an easy decision to make since we already had two cats and a dog.   Prince was never afraid of anything from the time he came into my house until his last day. When my dog Bandit would come up to him he would never back down, but hiss and carry on until Bandit backed down.  We have an orange tabby named Tiger that never did like Prince. Prince would run through Tigers room, to get to the front porch, but he would always stand up to Tiger if confronted. Right from the beginning Prince was my little boy. He didn’t like for you to pet him too much. You could maybe get to stroke him twice or three times if you were lucky, then he would run off to sit across the room and look at you. At night when we would be watching TV in bed before going to sleep, he would change his attitude and would climb up on my chest. He would knead my stomach for a few minutes and then lay on my chest with his neck stretched out next to my face. I could pet him as much as I wanted during these times and often went to sleep listening to his purr box rattling in my ear. How could you not love a cat as sweet as this one? He did have his funny habits. He liked dry Iams cat food, but did not like it in a dish. I would leave his dish on top of my Jewelry box and would take out a handful of kibbles and lay them directly on the jewelry box. He would hear me do that and immediately run to the top of the jewelry box and eat, taking his paw and pulling one kibble at a time out of the stack eating it before selecting another one. Later when he could no longer eat dry cat food, whatever soft food was put in his dish if not eaten at the first setting was garbage. He didn’t do leftovers. Prince was one of the most beautiful cats I had ever seen. He was born to have that name. His walk was regal. I used to tell Andy that when he was walking away from you he looked like he had little white trousers on his legs. I called him my little white pants boy. We had window seats at our old house. When Prince would lie in the window seat, he would stretch out his legs in front of him. He looked like Royalty on his throne. Part of Prince’s personality was his beautiful white tail. His tail was always moving. The faster it moved the more aggravated or excited he was. When he would sleep he would wrap it around his body, but it was always moving. Prince had a problem with hairballs, I guess because of his beautiful long white hair and the way he was always grooming himself. He would frequently have problems throwing up because of this. When you love an animal things like this are just another part of loving and understanding that he isn’t doing it on purpose. We would just call him our hork monster. When I came home from work he was always waiting for me in my room balanced on the back of my computer chair. The first thing he would do was try to sharpen his claws (that he didn’t have) on the leather chair. Then as I would pass by him to change clothes he would nibble my arm.   In late May Prince started to shake his head a lot and sneeze. The sneezing was so bad that I thought we should take him to the vet. We were not able to see our usual vet (Dr. Pletz) and I was not happy with the diagnosis or the examination that was given to Prince. The doctor said that he had an ear infection. I won’t even go into the unacceptable way that Prince was examined by this vet. I would never go to him again. As soon as we were able to get an appointment with Dr. Pletz, we went back to get Prince examined again.  Dr. Pletz first thought it was a neurological disorder and asked us to bring Prince back again in a week. When we brought him back the sneezing was worse and Dr. Pletz could actually see a growth in Prince’s mouth that was not there the previous week. After testing and a biopsy it was determined that Prince had some form of cancer, but the lab tests could not determine what type of cancer it was. We decided to take Prince to the Animal Veterinary College in Columbia Missouri. We drove to Columbia and allowed Prince to roam freely in the car. He was not real sick at this point and was so sweet that it was a wonderful trip if you didn’t think about the reason for the trip. The doctor’s at the hospital wanted to do a C-T scan and additional biopsies so we had to leave Prince for three days in Columbia. I missed him so much. The final result was a sarcoma that was not recommended for radiation and since the tumor was in his nasal passages, they could not operate. They would try radiation or chemotherapy if we insisted, but would not give us hope that we were going to give him much time at all. The only thing we knew for sure was the treatment was almost as bad as the disease. We decided to talk to Dr. Pletz again before making our final decision. After much discussion and soul searching we decided that it would be best to make the most of the time that Prince had left and we would make the decisions that needed to be made as they were necessary. Dr. Pletz assured us that Prince had at least six months left. The tumor was not noticeable until the first part of June. When we took him to the hospital for the last time the tumor was bulging out from under his lips, most of his upper front teeth had been removed because of loosening by the tumor, and he could no longer close his mouth. His tongue hung out of his mouth and he drooled constantly. All this had happened in the short time span of 8 weeks. Prince remained beautiful to me. None of this could ever change how beautiful he was. The one thing that always weighs on your heart when you make the decision to have a pet put to sleep is that they trusted you to always protect them and keep them safe from harm. The tumor seemed to grow right before our eyes, getting bigger and bigger every day. He could no longer breathe through his nose and seemed to have to fight for his breath due to congestion in his chest. This is the only reason why I made the decision that I did. It never would have been too much trouble to take care of my baby. Sunday, after the decision was made, we took him to the park.  He loved the outdoors, even though he was an indoor cat.  He lounged under trees, and tried unsuccessfully to sneek up on squirrels.  It was the last thing we could do for him before the end. As I write this it has been barely 24 hours since my Prince left us. My heart aches for the precious little boy that would give me head butts on my legs as I took him for walks outside my new home. This was his way of trying to convince you to let him go a little further down the street. The last night he was with us he slept in my lap all night long while I slept on the couch. I will try to keep that memory fresh in my mind. Do you remember the fairytale song that starts "Someday my Prince will come"? Some people wait a lifetime and never meet their Prince. I was lucky; I had a precious, beautiful cat named Prince. I only had him for a year, but I will never forget My Prince.     — Andy Carlson                             |      _,,,—,,_ BJC Health System                       |,4-  ) )-,_. , (  `’-’ St. Louis, Missouri                    ’—”(_/–’  `-’_) Cat Pics: http://andyc.dyndns.org/animal.html

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That’s a really wonderful story. BJ – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Carol wrote a little story about Prince.  She told it better than I ever could.  She doesn’t read the newsgroups, but her email address is My Prince It was by such wonderful luck that I had the great pleasure of owning such a beautiful cat as Prince. One of the helpdesk analysts that worked for me knew of my husband Andy’s and my great love of animals especially cats. The analyst’s name was Dave Dougherty. His brother had a white,  part Persian cat that he had given Dave to try to find it a home. Dave’s brother had owned Prince for six years, but his wife was pregnant with their first child and they did not want the cat anymore since their child would be born soon.  When Dave could not find anyone to take the cat, I offered to take Prince so that he would not have to go to an animal shelter. That was one of the best decisions I had ever made. It was not an easy decision to make since we already had two cats and a dog. Prince was never afraid of anything from the time he came into my house until his last day. When my dog Bandit would come up to him he would never back down, but hiss and carry on until Bandit backed down.  We have an orange tabby named Tiger that never did like Prince. Prince would run through Tigers room, to get to the front porch, but he would always stand up to Tiger if confronted. Right from the beginning Prince was my little boy. He didn’t like for you to pet him too much. You could maybe get to stroke him twice or three times if you were lucky, then he would run off to sit across the room and look at you. At night when we would be watching TV in bed before going to sleep, he would change his attitude and would climb up on my chest. He would knead my stomach for a few minutes and then lay on my chest with his neck stretched out next to my face. I could pet him as much as I wanted during these times and often went to sleep listening to his purr box rattling in my ear. How could you not love a cat as sweet as this one? He did have his funny habits. He liked dry Iams cat food, but did not like it in a dish. I would leave his dish on top of my Jewelry box and would take out a handful of kibbles and lay them directly on the jewelry box. He would hear me do that and immediately run to the top of the jewelry box and eat, taking his paw and pulling one kibble at a time out of the stack eating it before selecting another one. Later when he could no longer eat dry cat food, whatever soft food was put in his dish if not eaten at the first setting was garbage. He didn’t do leftovers. Prince was one of the most beautiful cats I had ever seen. He was born to have that name. His walk was regal. I used to tell Andy that when he was walking away from you he looked like he had little white trousers on his legs. I called him my little white pants boy. We had window seats at our old house. When Prince would lie in the window seat, he would stretch out his legs in front of him. He looked like Royalty on his throne. Part of Prince’s personality was his beautiful white tail. His tail was always moving. The faster it moved the more aggravated or excited he was. When he would sleep he would wrap it around his body, but it was always moving. Prince had a problem with hairballs, I guess because of his beautiful long white hair and the way he was always grooming himself. He would frequently have problems throwing up because of this. When you love an animal things like this are just another part of loving and understanding that he isn’t doing it on purpose. We would just call him our hork monster. When I came home from work he was always waiting for me in my room balanced on the back of my computer chair. The first thing he would do was try to sharpen his claws (that he didn’t have) on the leather chair. Then as I would pass by him to change clothes he would nibble my arm. In late May Prince started to shake his head a lot and sneeze. The sneezing was so bad that I thought we should take him to the vet. We were not able to see our usual vet (Dr. Pletz) and I was not happy with the diagnosis or the examination that was given to Prince. The doctor said that he had an ear infection. I won’t even go into the unacceptable way that Prince was examined by this vet. I would never go to him again. As soon as we were able to get an appointment with Dr. Pletz, we went back to get Prince examined again.  Dr. Pletz first thought it was a neurological disorder and asked us to bring Prince back again in a week. When we brought him back the sneezing was worse and Dr. Pletz could actually see a growth in Prince’s mouth that was not there the previous week. After testing and a biopsy it was determined that Prince had some form of cancer, but the lab tests could not determine what type of cancer it was. We decided to take Prince to the Animal Veterinary College in Columbia Missouri. We drove to Columbia and allowed Prince to roam freely in the car. He was not real sick at this point and was so sweet that it was a wonderful trip if you didn’t think about the reason for the trip. The doctor’s at the hospital wanted to do a C-T scan and additional biopsies so we had to leave Prince for three days in Columbia. I missed him so much. The final result was a sarcoma that was not recommended for radiation and since the tumor was in his nasal passages, they could not operate. They would try radiation or chemotherapy if we insisted, but would not give us hope that we were going to give him much time at all. The only thing we knew for sure was the treatment was almost as bad as the disease. We decided to talk to Dr. Pletz again before making our final decision. After much discussion and soul searching we decided that it would be best to make the most of the time that Prince had left and we would make the decisions that needed to be made as they were necessary. Dr. Pletz assured us that Prince had at least six months left. The tumor was not noticeable until the first part of June. When we took him to the hospital for the last time the tumor was bulging out from under his lips, most of his upper front teeth had been removed because of loosening by the tumor, and he could no longer close his mouth. His tongue hung out of his mouth and he drooled constantly. All this had happened in the short time span of 8 weeks. Prince remained beautiful to me. None of this could ever change how beautiful he was. The one thing that always weighs on your heart when you make the decision to have a pet put to sleep is that they trusted you to always protect them and keep them safe from harm. The tumor seemed to grow right before our eyes, getting bigger and bigger every day. He could no longer breathe through his nose and seemed to have to fight for his breath due to congestion in his chest. This is the only reason why I made the decision that I did. It never would have been too much trouble to take care of my baby. Sunday, after the decision was made, we took him to the park.  He loved the outdoors, even though he was an indoor cat.  He lounged under trees, and tried unsuccessfully to sneek up on squirrels.  It was the last thing we could do for him before the end. As I write this it has been barely 24 hours since my Prince left us. My heart aches for the precious little boy that would give me head butts on my legs as I took him for walks outside my new home. This was his way of trying to convince you to let him go a little further down the street. The last night he was with us he slept in my lap all night long while I slept on the couch. I will try to keep that memory fresh in my mind. Do you remember the fairytale song that starts "Someday my Prince will come"? Some people wait a lifetime and never meet their Prince. I was lucky; I had a precious, beautiful cat named Prince. I only had him for a year, but I will never forget My Prince. — Andy Carlson                             |      _,,,—,,_ BJC Health System                       |,4-  ) )-,_. , (  `’-’ St. Louis, Missouri                    ’—”(_/–’  `-’_) Cat Pics: http://andyc.dyndns.org/animal.html

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Wow!  Very well written. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Carol wrote a little story about Prince.  She told it better than I ever could.  She doesn’t read the newsgroups, but her email address is My Prince It was by such wonderful luck that I had the great pleasure of owning such a beautiful cat as Prince. One of the helpdesk analysts that worked for me knew of my husband Andy’s and my great love of animals especially cats. The analyst’s name was Dave Dougherty. His brother had a white,  part Persian cat that he had given Dave to try to find it a home. Dave’s brother had owned Prince for six years, but his wife was pregnant with their first child and they did not want the cat anymore since their child would be born soon.  When Dave could not find anyone to take the cat, I offered to take Prince so that he would not have to go to an animal shelter. That was one of the best decisions I had ever made. It was not an easy decision to make since we already had two cats and a dog.   Prince was never afraid of anything from the time he came into my house until his last day. When my dog Bandit would come up to him he would never back down, but hiss and carry on until Bandit backed down.  We have an orange tabby named Tiger that never did like Prince. Prince would run through Tigers room, to get to the front porch, but he would always stand up to Tiger if confronted. Right from the beginning Prince was my little boy. He didn’t like for you to pet him too much. You could maybe get to stroke him twice or three times if you were lucky, then he would run off to sit across the room and look at you. At night when we would be watching TV in bed before going to sleep, he would change his attitude and would climb up on my chest. He would knead my stomach for a few minutes and then lay on my chest with his neck stretched out next to my face. I could pet him as much as I wanted during these times and often went to sleep listening to his purr box rattling in my ear. How could you not love a cat as sweet as this one? He did have his funny habits. He liked dry Iams cat food, but did not like it in a dish. I would leave his dish on top of my Jewelry box and would take out a handful of kibbles and lay them directly on the jewelry box. He would hear me do that and immediately run to the top of the jewelry box and eat, taking his paw and pulling one kibble at a time out of the stack eating it before selecting another one. Later when he could no longer eat dry cat food, whatever soft food was put in his dish if not eaten at the first setting was garbage. He didn’t do leftovers. Prince was one of the most beautiful cats I had ever seen. He was born to have that name. His walk was regal. I used to tell Andy that when he was walking away from you he looked like he had little white trousers on his legs. I called him my little white pants boy. We had window seats at our old house. When Prince would lie in the window seat, he would stretch out his legs in front of him. He looked like Royalty on his throne. Part of Prince’s personality was his beautiful white tail. His tail was always moving. The faster it moved the more aggravated or excited he was. When he would sleep he would wrap it around his body, but it was always moving. Prince had a problem with hairballs, I guess because of his beautiful long white hair and the way he was always grooming himself. He would frequently have problems throwing up because of this. When you love an animal things like this are just another part of loving and understanding that he isn’t doing it on purpose. We would just call him our hork monster. When I came home from work he was always waiting for me in my room balanced on the back of my computer chair. The first thing he would do was try to sharpen his claws (that he didn’t have) on the leather chair. Then as I would pass by him to change clothes he would nibble my arm.   In late May Prince started to shake his head a lot and sneeze. The sneezing was so bad that I thought we should take him to the vet. We were not able to see our usual vet (Dr. Pletz) and I was not happy with the diagnosis or the examination that was given to Prince. The doctor said that he had an ear infection. I won’t even go into the unacceptable way that Prince was examined by this vet. I would never go to him again. As soon as we were able to get an appointment with Dr. Pletz, we went back to get Prince examined again.  Dr. Pletz first thought it was a neurological disorder and asked us to bring Prince back again in a week. When we brought him back the sneezing was worse and Dr. Pletz could actually see a growth in Prince’s mouth that was not there the previous week. After testing and a biopsy it was determined that Prince had some form of cancer, but the lab tests could not determine what type of cancer it was. We decided to take Prince to the Animal Veterinary College in Columbia Missouri. We drove to Columbia and allowed Prince to roam freely in the car. He was not real sick at this point and was so sweet that it was a wonderful trip if you didn’t think about the reason for the trip. The doctor’s at the hospital wanted to do a C-T scan and additional biopsies so we had to leave Prince for three days in Columbia. I missed him so much. The final result was a sarcoma that was not recommended for radiation and since the tumor was in his nasal passages, they could not operate. They would try radiation or chemotherapy if we insisted, but would not give us hope that we were going to give him much time at all. The only thing we knew for sure was the treatment was almost as bad as the disease. We decided to talk to Dr. Pletz again before making our final decision. After much discussion and soul searching we decided that it would be best to make the most of the time that Prince had left and we would make the decisions that needed to be made as they were necessary. Dr. Pletz assured us that

Prince had at least six months left. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -The tumor was not noticeable until the first part of June. When we took him to the hospital for the last time the tumor was bulging out from under his lips, most of his upper front teeth had been removed because of loosening by the tumor, and he could no longer close his mouth. His tongue hung out of his mouth and he drooled constantly. All this had happened in the short time span of 8 weeks. Prince remained beautiful to me. None of this could ever change how beautiful he was. The one thing that always weighs on your heart when you make the decision to have a pet put to sleep is that they trusted you to always protect them and keep them safe from harm. The tumor seemed to grow right before our eyes, getting bigger and bigger every day. He could no longer breathe through his nose and seemed to have to fight for his breath due to congestion in his chest. This is the only reason why I made the decision that I did. It never would have been too much trouble to take care of my baby. Sunday, after the decision was made, we took him to the park.  He loved the outdoors, even though he was an indoor cat.  He lounged under trees, and tried unsuccessfully to sneek up on squirrels.  It was the last thing we could do for him before the end. As I write this it has been barely 24 hours since my Prince left us. My heart aches for the precious little boy that would give me head butts on my legs as I took him for walks outside my new home. This was his way of trying to convince you to let him go a little further down the street. The last night he was with us he slept in my lap all night long while I slept on the couch. I will try to keep that memory fresh in my mind. Do you remember the fairytale song that starts "Someday my Prince will come"? Some people wait a lifetime and never meet their Prince. I was lucky; I had a precious, beautiful cat named Prince. I only had him for a year, but I will never forget My Prince.     — Andy Carlson                             |      _,,,—,,_ BJC Health System                       |,4-  ) )-,_. , (  `’-’ St. Louis, Missouri                    ’—”(_/–’  `-’_) Cat Pics: http://andyc.dyndns.org/animal.html

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