First time post. Just need to get this out. 6 weeks ago I had to have my 6 year old little cat put to sleep. 3 weeks before that I found a lump on her neck that seemed to grow bigger overnight. Vet removed lump and I stupidly thought that it was all sorted. I was devastated to hear my little Esme had an aggressive cancer that had probably already spread. I was heartbroken. She was to me in perfect health eating purring sleeping. I couldn't watch her deteriorate so I made the agonising decision to put my little girl to sleep. My best friend brought her to the vet and then buried her in my garden. I'm disgusted with myself that I couldn't even do that for her. I'm wracked with guilt that I made the wrong decision. She was fine, I could have had longer with her but selfish me didn't want to see her go downhill. I'm writing this with tears streaming down my face. How I would love my little Esme back. Thanks for reading x