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I didnt personally, but my mom put down the cat Id had for 16 years starting when I was 12, and shed had for the next 2 years. She had apparently been sick for a while and had started really stumbling, losing hair and losing control of her bladder. On the day she was put down, she couldnt stand up and I guess had been having seizures, so my mom asked my permission to let her go and I reluctantly agreed. She was my best friend throughout middle and high school, so that was one of the hardest choices Ive ever had to make.

My mom video chatted with me when they did it and it was actually much harder to watch than I was expecting. She had lost a lot of hair and weight so she barely resembled the cat I had left behind, but I could still see her in her eyes. However, shortly after the vet injected her, that look in her eyes disappeared and I knew she was gone. At the same time, all of her muscles began to seize up over and over again, which I assume was her body trying to restart her heart, but it had the effect of making her look extremely feral, especially with her now cold black eyes. I couldve done without that, but in the end I suppose it was for the best.

It was almost worse with the other cat I left with my mom that we didnt put down. About a year after the first one died, the other started having similar, albeit less dramatic, symptoms. She was much more lethargic, no bowel control and in the end she wouldnt eat often (despite our best efforts, she was a fat cat so this was a major cause for concern). I went on a trip back home after about 2 years of being away, saw her in this state and broke down hard. Unlike the first cat, she had always, always been extremely full of energy, like she was above things like age. I gave her all of the attention I could but two days later we found her in her bed, passed. It was like she was waiting for me to come home before she would allow herself to go. Im very thankful for that.

The problem was that I had come home, in part, to celebrate my daughters 2nd birthday. We were going to a water park resort that day, so we quickly brought my cat over to the vet to be cremated and I tried to act happy for the rest of the time we were at the resort. As a result, I never got to grieve properly for my other good friend who had also been there for me through my formative years. Shit sucks sometimes.