This is the owner of Gwynny, Jack. I have some very sad and very disappointing news. The cat you have been reading about on this blog has passed away. My cat, Gwynny, had cancer. I had a choice to giver her medicine so she could live for two more days, or put her to sleep. At first I decided to give her the medicine. But I finally chose to put her to sleep. I was thinking at that time, if I gave her the medicine, she would be here because I wanted her here. That was very selfish. I decided that having her around for two more days would just make her suffer even more. I wouldn't even been able to enjoy my time with her. She couldn't go in the litter box, so she peed in her bed. She couldn't stand, walk, eat, or drink. After thinking about this in a quick amount of time, I decided to put her asleep instead. She would be much better not suffering. I didn't regret this decision. It made me very uncomfortable and sad, but I knew this decision was for her own good, not mine. When my grandmother and I arrived at the clinic to put Gwynny down, my mother, my aunt, and my neighbor were there to support everyone in this hard time, which was very kind of all of them. We all went into the room to see Gwynny. She looked so skinny and sad. I could hardly bear looking at her like that. We went into the other room where they put her to sleep. We were all in there, too. My mother first held Gwynny, then I held her. I held her when she was put to sleep. I couldn't look. I shut my eyes. I opened them, and I cried. She looked the same. Her eyes were open as if she was still alive. I gave to her my mother, she also cried. Then my grandmother shut her eyes to look as if she was sleeping. She looked so calm and peaceful. It made me happy that she was somewhere where she can be healthy again. I gave her a little kiss and a hug and we left her on the couch, for the vet to take her. I'm still very sad about her dying, this was yesterday. We are all having a hard time without her. We still love you and we're glad you are happy and healthy at Rainbow Bridge! - Jack
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

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On the table! Again!

I was caught sitting on the table again... I got hair on the tablecloth... But, I like sitting on the table!