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So. Mystic is dead. My big huge fuzzy blob kitty. I'll never see him again. He'll never be there to snuggle with me. I'll never hear him purr ever again. He died Saturday night. He had fluid in his lungs. There was nothing we could do. Or well, we could've had the fluid drained, but the likelihood that it would've helped was pretty low, since this is a condition that normally comes from tumors that were probably way too far along to remove. It just would've prolonged the inevitable. It was awful watching him struggle to breathe.

He was 14 years old. He was a wonderful, wonderful cat. May he rest in peace.