Buster

Ever since you appeared on my front porch, you became my feline friend. We have taken care of each other for the past seventeen years. You have become ill. Your regular vet says there is nothing more she can do for you. She suggested a specialist for an ultrasound and possible surgery. There is no guarantee of a cure. At your age, I don’t think it’s fair to put you through this. As you currently have no pain and are acting like yourself. I will keep watching for any sign of distress. I love you but, I think in a while, I will have to let you peacefully pass. Buster, I will miss you always.