It was a rough start to the weekend. I tried so hard not to cry, but it was innevitable. Bob was put out of his misery at 12:45 pm. It was the saddest thing I had ever seen; he was laying there in the incubator with his tongue out and in shock (his temp was 7 degrees below normal). It was so sad to see him like that and to see my sister so heart broken knowing that there is nothing that can be done. It was the most humane thing to do in this situation.

As it turns out, Bob did indeed have cancer as well a terminal kidney failure. his kidneys were working 10 times more than normal and that's as high as the test measured so it may have been higher. The doctor said that it was pretty much a one way ticket and that he was already on the border right then.

When Mel rushed him into the hospital he started squrting out blood and he couldn't hold himself up; I heard him screaming over my sister's cell phone so I decided to rush over there. Oh boy, was that hard to see.

It was a really hard day for Mel, it has been hard for her since February 2. I call her everyday to check on her and make sure that she's ok, but I can tell that she wants to cry and is trying her hardest not to do so. She called me on Saturday to tell me that she had found his collar and that she printed out all of his pictures and framed them. It's hard, but she's definitely doing well.

We are planning on getting her a new kitten in a couple of weeks. I know that it will help her to feel better. The love keeps going and although she doesn't have Bob with her physically, she has him spiritually. Rest in peace pretty kitty.

*trisha*