He jumped up on the bed in the middle of the night and was breathing funny. I took him to the vet first thing in the morning and they x-rayed him. The vet told me he had advanced stage heart disease and his lungs were filled with fluid. His heart was so big it was putting pressure on his windpipe. Even if I took him to the big fancy vet and got him an echo they would have given me a bad prognosis and he might have lived for another few months but would probably suffer. She said that even with meds heart disease is not managed well. I am still so shocked; he was absolutely fine yesterday. I know it was for the best but I just can't believe it. He was my best friend. I mean I love all three of my cats so much, but I would be lying if I didn't say I had a special connection with him. And now this morning I paid someone to take his life. I know it was the right thing to do but still........It was crazy; I literally watched the light go out of his eyes, I knew the moment he passed. I saw it. I loved that cat so much. He was the best and I already miss him so much.
