My little cat chequie died today from cancer of the osephagus. I nursed her to the end and she was as comfortable as I could make her. This morning I wiped over any dirty fur with a wet cloth and her little bottom then dried with a dry one and then gave her a good brushing. She has been unable to clean herself for a long time because the hairs would get onto the tumour and make her sick. She stopped eating three weeks ago and lived on milk. In the mornings I would wet her nose then wait for a few minutes for the dried milk to soften and then rub it off I am so glad she died naturally without the terror of a strange person coming and putting her down or even worse going to some horrible smelling, noisy clinic, she was terrified of vets. She was my friend and companion for eleven years. She got cancer from chewing her comfort blanket. Unfortunatly I did not realize that fabric softner contains seven carcinogens and did'nt rinse it after the wash. She died outside in a shaded place on a lovely day.