I hope this somehow helps you Tracey.
Almost everyone knows who Nigel is but I've never told his story. Nigel was my Angel, he really did love the car and he really did jump up on the table for his injections. Nigel was already diabetic when his papa Jacob got sick. He was wrongly diagnosed and we were cramming so many meds into him Cynthia couldn't watch and I cried every time. Finally we found out it was cancer and everything we put him through was for nothing. We took him in the next day.
Later on we were steam cleaning blood drops from the bathroom floor when we realized it was not Jacob's blood, it was Nigel's. Nigel was a real trooper and got poked and prodded over and over again. He was also misdiagnosed, it was cancer. We thought we might have another week but he went downhill so fast it was hard to imagine. Another Christmas shot to Hell.
I can't be the only one with a story that bad and I'm not the only one who cares so much for you and Jones. I did not tell you every detail of Nigel and Jacob but you need to know I have been where you are now. I feel sick knowing there's nothing I can do for either of you and after a while it's all clichés, thoughts and prayers. Then you're all alone. Our cats never die in vain, we give them love and a better life whether it's Alvin for one winter or Leroy's 23 years. Jones is still here and you will do the kindest thing possible for him. That might not be for another year, Jones is a fighter.
We all love and care for you very much.