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One of the most heartbreaking things I've ever seen is my friend Lo's cat. It wasn't even a car, it was just an accident. She fell off Lo's balcony while Lo was away, and Lo is like me, a struggling artist and couldn't afford vet fees. She healed badly, and because it was a clean break, it dangles loosely within the skin and tendons.

She gets around just fine on three, she is very healthy...it's even funny to see how she handles physical challenges. But it punches right through my manly emotional defenses and pulls a heartstring.

It's ironic because SHE has no problem with it and gets on with life. I'M not the one that's crippled and I'M the one that smarts. How's that for a pet teaching you a lesson in personal philosophy?

[Edited on Feb 03, 2003]

When I was saying at the end there, up above, "If you could see our pets," I was trying to convey to people who might not get putting their pet to sleep, or that it's "playing God" (not that anyone made the accusation, but in case anybody thought it was an easily-arrived-at position)...I was trying to say, in the very end, it's the TOUGHEST thing to do.

I hate to even see an animal just sick, not even mortally, but at all. They look so lost; they have no clue what's happening. Few years ago, when our other cat, Isabella, got an eye infection and just ceased to move at all, sitting all day, every day, on a couch, fur taking on a coarse, unkempt look...even THAT was tough to witness (we got her some cat-pills; she was fine after a lil while).