This hits way too close to home. Bruce Willis (just your typical black haired cat) is an indoor/outdoor. Before anyone bites my head off, my wife found him on the streets of Asbury Park. He was probably three when she brought him home. He is beyond where we can be like no dude, you must remain indoors. There would be a breaking point that would end in someone dying, him or me, and probably me. He just needs to wander outside.

Anyway, at one point Bruce just stops eating, drinking, the whole nine, to the point it’s concerning. I know that when it’s my cat’s time, I’ll commit. I’m pro euthanasia in humans, and if my cat is suffering, I will end his suffering. But I will also exhaust some possibilities beforehand. Which I did. To the tune of like $4,000 worth of diagnostic testing and everything. Vets were stumped but tossed him on an antibiotic, which obviously he reacted well too, and so Bruce Willis lives. I’m confident this was a case of his feelings being hurt, because they found nothing wrong with him and the antibiotic was kind of a, well, can’t hurt. He’s soft, but he thinks he’s hard.