u/Hmariie

She was 16 and dying of bone cancer, along with diabetes and early kidney disease. The cancer was in her front, left arm and left her unable to walk in her final month. My parents (whom she lived with as I moved out a few years ago) had to carry her everywhere, bring her food and water to her, and eventually she stopped wanting to hang out anywhere other than their bed - which was weird because she usually was always in the living room cuddling with us. In her last couple days she started to go to the bathroom on herself, and that’s when my parents decided it was time. We had a traveling vet come over and do the deed. I can’t get the day out of my head. She was still eating, purring, and looking at us with those adorable doe eyes. It haunts me. All that cat wanted to do was give love. Truly the best cat I’ve ever known (and I’ve known many cats). I’m grappling with mourning the loss of her, as well as just wondering if she could’ve held on longer, if we pulled the trigger too early. She was on a lot of pain meds, who’s to say she was actually suffering that badly? I’m so incredibly sad. It’s agony. I will miss that baby forever.