I see it has been over a year since Bobby died. I still miss him. I miss his curling up in my arms whenever I picked him up.
What I don't miss is being afraid to put anything on the floor, or most other surfaces, since Bobby would wet on them. Also, Buddy, the cat we got the same time as Bobby since they were cage mates, has blossomed since Bobby no longer harasses him.
There is melancholy in my heart, though, wondering if I did well in having Bobby put down. Practically I know it was right. I'm not sure about morally.
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