Last Saturday, we took our cat Felix to the vet because his appetite wasn't what it used to be and he was breathing hard. His Feline Leukemia, which he's had since I first took him in back in 2000, has finally reared it's ugly head and fluid was building up in his lower abdomen. This fluid compressed his lungs to 1/8 their size. The vet was able to drain the fluid and told us that it would buy him a few days or weeks and that there was no way of knowing how much time we'd have.

Though Felix seemed to improve after the first two days, he's all but stopped eating now and barely drinks any water. We've tried feeding him chicken, turkey, liver, and a variety of treats. All of which seemed to interest him, but he didn't partake. So, tomorrow morning we're going to have him put to sleep to end his suffering. I wish there was another way. But that's the problem with wishes, they don't come true.

So, here's to seven years of love and fun that Felix brought us. You will be missed, Felix. We love you.