TweetMy little black cat died this afternoon. He had been sick for awhile. Not sure exactly how old he was. We adopted him from my old boss when he had to relocate to chicago for work and he was a few years old then and we had him for a little over 10 years. He got real skinny at the end and had trouble breathing and eating. He came home last night all wet and his leg was turned at a weird angle. not sure if something got him and messed him up like a coyote but he was in rough shape. to take him to the big animal hospital in springfield on a holiday after hours to put him down would have been over $400 that i didn't have and i don't know how my son would have taken it (or the neighbors) if i put him down with my rifle so we just set him up in a nice soft comfy box with blankets and i crushed up some xanax in some tuna and he rested overnite and this morning he was meowing in some pain so i crushed up some more xanax and some vicodin and gave him those and he passed in his sleep. i could see where something messed with him as his tail was almost severed and his insides were pretty bad, he was leaking fluids and you could hear noises from his insides. my son told me i did the right thing to keep Mulder comfortable and not let him suffer. Good to hear cause i'd hate for my son to think i was an ogre for drugging the cat.