His name was Otis and he was 18 going on 19. I've had him since I was 17 years old. He had this insidious disease called FIP (Feline Infectious Peritonitis). I watched him waste away. There was nothing I could do for him, the disease is incurable. Once I realized he was suffering, I made an appointment to have him put to sleep. The appointment was today. He died last night.
Sorry for my venting, but he was very special to me. RIP Otis.



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Here's to you, Mr. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you Cano.

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