Just that. Little black cat from the local shelter, she chose my husband, running to him as soon as we got there. For 16 years she has been a little shadow, loved just to be around us whatever we were doing, always on one lap or another in the evenings. She has been poorly for a while but coping on thyroid and kidney meds, but recently had become much less mobile, eating and drinking very little, wasting away to skin and bone. After she had several seizures and was struggling to walk, we decided, after discussing with the vet, that euthanasia was kindest.
This was yesterday, it was quick, she didn't suffer, but I feel like a murderer, and both my husband and I can't stop crying. Please tell me we'll get through this.