...to the vet's this morning he'd still be with me now.
I've had him 14yrs, through everything. Every day. The sweetest, most gentle little cat.
He'd developed bad breathing this week, noisy, like snoring while being awake and this morning had a coughing fit, I was scared so I took him down to the vets and she said he had fluid on his lungs and a murmur on his heart (probable heart failure). She said I could take him home but she couldn't guarantee he'd have a comfortable or peaceful death.
I stayed while he was put to sleep. He had no idea what was happening. He'd had some breakfast... a normal morning.
I feel like I've betrayed him. Taken him to die. He'd still be here right now if I hadn't. I know it was the best thing to do but I feel so, so awful. The poor little guy.
Please talk me down. I'm in bits.