Mr. M died in our kitchen sink today. He was ancient, like at least 20 years old, and we knew it was about time, but we were too late to take him in to get put down. He'd been looking awful lately, and the fleas must have been making him miserable. He had a tumor growing on his jaw that I think messed with his teeth, and he started to smell
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