He had been...going...wherever he pleased, not always in his box, for at least a year. He isn't sick, and tried everything - diet, changing litter brands, toys, everything. The last straw was him...going...on some of my son's things.
The hard part was that he had been our friend for almost 10 years. But it was the hardest right decision I've ever made. He was endangering the health of my family, and I had to pick them over him. It was a hard thing.
So now he us at a shelter. That's all we know and will know.
Before I left I sat and wept for a few mnutes. Lisa couldn't be there when I took him in.
I told him we loved him. Something I needed to say more than he needed to hear. He was a good friend.
Bye, bud.
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