28 May, in the year of our Lord 2021
Up, and after breakfast, by a Messenger come from Mr. R. Owen, did learn of his cat, stricken by a sudden infirmity that made him wail and curl up, it being of a nature so extreme that Mr. Owen took him to the Veterynarean. Later, that the cat was found not to be able to piss, and they could not unblock his Outlet, even after an hour of trying over it (all of which put me in mind of my being cut of the stone at Mrs. Turner’s in Salisbury Court, though, praise be to God! my outcome was a greater success). After dinner comes news that naught was to be done and poor Socs hath been put to sleep. All of which is a sad matter, for to have an animal in a house is like to have someone there of the family, and the loss as much a loss. Though I am glad to have had a good Chirurgeon, and not be put to sleep.
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I’m so sorry to read of poor Socs. I know only too well the heartbreak of losing a feline companion. Mr Owen is in our thoughts.
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