Twenty years ago, my in-laws had a beloved elderly cat called the Witch. One morning my father-in-law started his car and realized Witch had crawled under the hood, caught her head in the fan belt and broke her jaw. Their local vet in Gig Harbor would not treat a 19-year-old cat with a broken jaw and a heart murmur, and offered to put her down.
So they instead brought her to the Cat Clinic on N 39th and Stone Way. There, the vet made no promises but wired her jaw and gently tended to her wounds. The Witch lived another …