Dragging his body down the hall, my cat came to me because he knew it was time to say goodbye. With his last breath, he died in my arms as I cried in agony of feeling so sorry for the choice I made. He gave me years of attention, laughter, and love. He trusted me with his life and if I had only known, I would of never allowed a vet to make choices for my cat as I did with this vet. I trusted Shelley Hoffman because she was a doctor, but by her giving my older cat a second distemper, it ended his life.