

Poor Jimmy! My trip to the veterinarian to fix her hurt foot didn't go as planned. I had an x-ray taken which showed us that she truly did have a broken leg. Her small bone (radius) had snapped when she jumped off her rocking chair. Her bones looked spongy and were cancerous and couldn't be repaired. I had no clue she was sick——just delicate on her toes, which isn't so uncommon for a kitty of fourteen.
We spent one last night with her, fed her her favorite dish of tomatoes and put her to rest this Saturday. Bear with me, a tribute to my odd and fine kitty will follow. She's been my great companion during my adult life. I miss her so.