My 17-year-old cat, Holly, was put down a few days ago. She recently had some teeth pulled and, afterwards, it appeared there was a tumor in her mouth. We tried pain meds, antibiotics, and steroids and she still seemed sad and miserable. I went to pet her a few times and she just huddled into the corner and stared at the wall, her poor little nose all stuffy and congested. I told her I knew what she wanted and would do it for her. We then made the decision to put her out of her misery. I wanted her to live so much...I've had her since I was 8 or 9...possibly younger. I'm 23 now. I love her so much. It's so sad to know she's not here. But it is relieving to know she's not suffering. I hope, wherever she is, she knows why we did what we did and that we love her.
Please pray (or say a few words, if you're not a Christian) for my Holly.