Fewer of you know that Miss Brandy's been failing rapidly over the past few weeks. Oh she's been feisty enough, giving us ten kinds of heck when things aren't absolutely to her liking. She's had a great appetite, and has taken obvious continued pleasure in being here, but has been pretty wobbly.
Today, Miss Brandy reached the end of the road. She got zipped up the street to the vet, but an xray revealed a very large liver tumor that was pressing on her diaphragm. Completely beyond anything the vet could do. Rather than make her suffer through a few more days we chose to ease her on her journey.
19 years is a pretty good run for a cat. Especially one who got off to an inauspicious start in life and was rescued as an "unwed mom" from a pound. She's been a standoffish, crotchedy old biddy from the beginning to the end of the trail, and I'll miss her more than I can say.

Brandy
