When we took Sherlock to the animal hospital, they gave him some canned food, a different brand than we usually gave out cats.
Since he had cancer, he hadn't been eating well. But that little bugger ate from that can of food he got at the hospital.
I felt bad since he hadn't been eating even though we were giving him food, but I also knew the cancer was why he hadn't been eating, and I was glad he wasn't hungry at the end and grateful that the people at the hospital gave animals some nice food in this situation.
RIP Sherlock. As the Pink Floyd song goes, Wish You Were Here.
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