Our Cat was rescued by a neighbor who needed another home for (we thought)
"her". For two years in bliss we let her come and go on our cul-de-sac property. One
day we had to call her for dinner because she hadn't been around all day. Very
unusual. She limped in for the first time ever and didn't want the food. Something
was wrong and when we took her to the vet, they suggested we leave her. We were
shocked when he called at 10 P.M. saying he'd pulled out a foxtail weed from her-
oops his-- penis. The vet wanted to keep him overnight to make sure of recovery, but
several hours later called to say he passed away. My husband and I blamed
ourselves for not insisting he come home with us, because he only knew how to
urinate outside. Maybe his kidneys just gave out. He was our first pet together and
we were very lonely for him for a long time. Painting a watercolor of him helped me.
When that 8" X 5" watercolor was sold in 2011, my husband and I wanted a replacement
for our home.