Hemingway got word that his beloved cat, Willie (at one point he had up to 23 of them in his house), had been run over, resulting in two broken legs. Hemingway - to put the animal out of its misery - shot it himself. This excerpt is taken from a letter to his friend. I especially like the final lines.
I like Mr. Hemingway even more (if that was possible) now!
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