Last night my beautiful cat Tiny died. It was completely sudden, at around 6 I noticed she was breathing quickly and slumped on the floor and at 11 we were told it was probably cancer, but that she most likely wouldn’t make it through an operation. I’m riddled with guilt, why didn’t we notice sooner? I did think she’d lost a bit of weight but I thought nothing of it. She was only 5 years old, and we only got 4 years with her as she was a rescue. She was my first cat and I genuinely thought I’d get twenty years with her, so this seems so short. She was pts in my arms, and seemed to be in so much pain in her last moments, how long had she been in pain? She was the gentlest, sweetest cat ever. She was so loving and knew to come and sit with me when I was upset, never scratched or peed outside the litterbox, always seemed so happy just to be near us. Maybe I’ve rushed the decision and we should have waited to see if she improved overnight, but the vet seemed to think it was the right time to let her go. Still doesn’t feel like this could have been the right thing for her, she deserved so much better. We have two other cats who didn’t even get to say goodbye. I just feel so lost and broken