Snarkiness aside, there was one person who patronized the better shelter that I fostered for who honest to goodness would actually take in only dying cats, sometimes ones with just hours to live. I don't know how she did it. I'm pretty sure everyone reading this comic has known the heartache of loosing a pet and if you're unlucky, the heartache and financial pain of having a pet go through a slow decline that nothing you could would deter. I have no idea how someone could willingly take on the most devastating part of animal companionship. Truly must be a saint!