The Hardest Day - Chloé, mon chat bien-aimé
11 December 2020. A day I will now always remember because I made a huge decision: a decision between a life of pain and suffering and life without pain and eventual suffering. Earlier this year, in June, we lost our indoor cat, Missy. It was a very hard blow especially to my sister, her main mama, because she had been with us for nearly 13 years. It left us with one cat, Chloe, who stays outdoor. He (named before he was sexed) was sort of a rescue, a domestic shorthair/moggie/puspin, with my other previous feral, Boq, catnapping him. You know, like a cat who brings home gifts to his family. Boq did that with Chloe in 2016. I didn't even know where he got this wee, four- to six-week-old kitten. But unlike Boq, Chloe never left our property for fear that he might end up like our other adopted ferals, just lost. He was very healthy despite not having any vaccinations and dewormed just twice. Until he got his common colds in August. Chloe, a year or a few months ago I have been in a n
