I've had to put down 3 cats in my life. The first guy, Rocky, I had since I was born, and he was 17 when we put him down due to liver cancer. I held him when he was put down, couldn't ever do that again I don't think. The next one, Zeus, we had for about 4 years, we were fostering him because he was diabetic, which caused his death eventually. I stopped naming them after that. The next cat, Kitty, looked exactly like Zeus, was put down due to thyroid cancer after about 3 years.

My current cat, Kitty, also a clone of Zeus, is between 4 and 8 (shelter rescue, so we don't really know) and healthy so that's all cool.

Losing pets isn't fun.


On a positive note, I bought my first mountain bike tubes today.