I am touched by Lansford's letter, "He Doesn't Like Cats, But He Misses Pancho."
I can understand Lansford's pain in losing his cat, since recently I had the excruciatingly painful experience of authorizing the veterinarian to "put to sleep" a tomcat named Waldo who walked up my driveway 11 years ago, jumped up on my shoulder when I spoke to him; wrapped himself around my neck putting his face and whiskers next to my cheek. Of course I took him right inside and poured him a bowl of half and half.
Over the years Waldo was hit twice by a car. The first time the vet had to amputate his tail because in the accident it was broken at the end of his spine. Then there was the surgery necessary so he could defecate. The bill that trip was a bit over $500.
I have no complaints about what he cost me, for now that he is gone I realize that he has left an irreplaceable vacancy in my life. He was the most loving, smartest animal ever. After I had a triple bypass heart operation three years ago and the doctors ordered that I take daily walks, on many occasions I'd find Waldo trotting along behind me thinking he was a dog.