So while my mom went on her cruise to Alaska and my boys were with their dad for two weeks and the day before my second date with Spencer, I decided it was time to take Snickers, our cat, to the animal shelter to be put down. She was only 9yrs old, however, she had been through some serious trauma in her life. At 6 months old, our primary class of 4/5yr olds came over and scared her to death and trapped her behind the toilet. She had a balloon pop right next to her and a bag stuck on her head to the point that she raced down the hallway scratching it off and jumping behind the couch and wouldn't come out or let me touch her for over an hour. And just recently, the eagle mountain fire in which we evacuated and she had to stay overnight at a free shelter for evacuees. She never recovered from that. She was wetting the carpet and even pooped once. She was far more jittery than normal and her appetite was not good. She wasn't herself and it was sad to see her decline. It was hard to let her go but it had to be done. I cried after I got to the car. She was such a good cat and friend. She always knew when I needed her snuggles and cuddling because she could see it in my eyes. I miss you Snickers!!!
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