earlier this evening my outdoor cat, godfather, whom my dad so affectionately named after vito corleone because his fur pattern gave him a mustache and a sort-of suit, passed away after being confined at the vet's. we first brought him in on wednesday after he had skipped his meals and became very lethargic. his blood test was pretty bad; he had been anemic. we left him at the hospital for the vets to figure out why this was so. they needed some additional samples so that they could run some more tests, but they needed a stool sample to proceed....