My niece's cat had to be put to sleep today. He was less than two years old.
He had been acting sick for a couple of days. We went to the vet today and discovered he had an advanced case of feline leukemia, and that there really was no hope. My niece was at work, and is only nineteen, so my mom and I made the tough choice to let him go.
I have been crying most of the afternoon, and breaking the news to my niece was almost as bad as letting Midnight go in the first place.