Today is one week for Goofy-kat to cross rainbow bridge; he was 17.

   I accidently killed him, with too much stress and good intentions?

   My cat, even more than me, would have been happy to never leave our tiny apartment, even for the building hallway---but I took him to the vet for: teeth cleaning, # laser treatments, blood work in which his leg was shaved.

    Idiot-me, knew he was stuck in a cage at local shelter for whole year, when I adopted him, and I bought plug-in relaxers for him, but I couldn't connect that with trips to the vet.

    My good intentions stressed out the poor cat; liver disease from stress?

    Forgive me, Goof.