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I did this out of love of her old self. She'd gone off her dry food, then walked away from the previously crazy-delicious nirvana of what I'm sure she cat-thought as WET FOOD!!! When she turned her nose at that, heart in my throat, I hand-fed her bits with a small spoon. That stopped working, so I opened the people-tin of salmon. She scarfed it with no help, took a toxic poop in the catbox then meowed to be let outside. Pussy-whipped.