This is a very sad story.
My sister Elisabeth lives in Austria in a very nice area on a hill. She has Amber, my mom's dachshund, and Amber lives the life of Riley now and is in great shape for her 8 years.
End of last year, a stray cat showed up in the area. My sister began to feed him and with a little time he would spend the night in the basement - which he could access from the hill side easily. He became more friendly and let himself cuddle- but he never felt well in the house when doors were closed.
As you can see he was not the most handsome of cats- but my sister began to love him very much. She took him to the vet who confirmed he was about 2 years old had him neutered and she named him Clarence - for the squinting lion we all know from a TV series of old (no idea whether it existed in the US).
She was happy when he even became friends with Amber- they touched nosies.
This weekend my sister noted he ate less and just somehow was not ok. She took him to the vet right away.
The vet had to give him anesthesia and Xrayed. She found a big painful and really bad tumor in his mouth which had pushed on the teeth. There was no chance for surgery. With the saddest of hearts my sister agreed to let him not come back from anesthesia.
Now she is very worried that, as a loner and a stray, he may know nobody at Rainbow Bridge- but I promised that Tigris and all the Pet Talk kitties will welcome him with open paws.
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