My beautiful tomcat had to be pts today.
He was 15+. We had him from a rescue place when he was about a year old.
The worst thing is that I didn't say goodbye because even tho we knew it was imminent we didn't think today was the day.
DH had called the vet and we were hoping he would have a steroid injection that would perk him up (as it had in the past).
The cat got worse durng the morning.
The vet examined him and discovered lymphonas - the cat had been vomiting yesterday and she said that he was unable to keep any food down and would just become weaker and wekaer.
I feel awful becasue I didn't even see him this morning - he (the cat) had gone out before I got up and I didn't go into the garden to see him.
He was such a lovely boy. He started life as an outdoor cat and we were delighted when he moved into the house about 3 years ago.
He lived in the kitchen and my study but he would never ever come in the living room - however, during the past week he came in every night and sat next to me on the settee.
Whe I came home I knew what had happened before I saw DH becasue Piper would be waitning for me by the gate every nigght, rain or shine.
I don't know - animals, they break your hearts.
RIP Piper - you will be much missed