Howard related...because dead cats, etc. What a god damn horrible fucking day. I adopted my cat from the SPCA 12 1/2 years ago. He was sick and required surgery. I put a feeding tube in him (I did the surgery myself back when I was practicing) and he lived like that for three months until he finally began to eat on his own. I loved him for 12 years. He had no back story...just showed up in the SPCA sick as hell and torn up from living on the streets. Some fuck had declawed him and he was wandering the streets unable to protect himself. These past few weeks I kept hoping he wold be okay. I was giving him sub q fluids, steroids, you name it and finally I just realized he was ready to go. I was becoming like one of those former clients I used to bemoan, who just didn't know when to let their friend go. I'm now starting to drink, heavily.