I don't know what to do. I can't stop crying. I told my family I thought he should be put down and they all agreed, said they'd put him down this week. It's all well and good, I don't think I could stand going. I'm one of those people who just breaks down. I can't go to viewings at funerals or anything like that... I couldn't stand to watch my cat die because I elected to make him. I'm sobbing as it is right now. What if he still wants to live? He came back from this last time. I went down and talked to him and he doesn't seem to be in horrible amounts of pain, just sleepy and somewhat out of it. What if he still wants to live? He certainly isn't ready to die, it seems to me. I don't know. But knowing tomorrow is the last day i'll ever see him is killing me. Absolutely killing me. It's silly to be so upset about a cat, but i've had him for seventeen years. He was my first pet ever. I love him so much, he's special because he's that number one spot.





I love you, Velcro.