I’d seen Pookie come and go so many times that it broke my heart to watch him suffer all over again. He wasn’t aggressive or sick, just a quiet, gentle, and playful cat with sad eyes that seemed to carry the weight of the world. When no one else would, I decided to give him his last few days of peace at my home. But on the third day, as I cleaned up his bed, I found something that made my blood start to boil...