For the past week our Maine Coon, Enzo (yes) hasn’t been well. Earlier today my mom took him to the vet and had to make the hard choice to put him out of his misery. I just got home and found out the details and sadly that was the right choice to make. I know he’s no longer in pain but it’s still difficult. Farewell, you magnificent chicken eating tennis racquet pawed bastard. I'll always love you