Dino got a tumor in the stomach, inoperable. He got the shot last Sunday, it was for the best. Rather than him starving to death. He was 11 years old, and lived a good life with us. He came to us from a household with many cats, at the ripe age of four. He was bullied by the other cats. He seemed to be really happy with just our company. We managed to get him to loose a lot of weight as well, he couldn’t wash his behind properly when we got him. He loved his plastic bag, and chilling in the shade at the balcony. I’ll always remember my annoying orange chunker