I have 3 cats. Two are 15 (and brothers) and one is a 2 yr old girl.
Sam is one of the olde cats. I've had him & his brother since I was 5 years old. For the last 3 years he's been battling a type of sickness that doesn't allow him to go to the bathroom. I'll refrain from the details. He's been on medication for those 3 yrs to live a normal cat life.
On Monday, it got worse. He got to the point that he did not have the fight left in him. So, today he was put down. He was like a child to me. He's always been there in my life. I've always had him to hold when I was feeling down and I've always been there when he was sick. I feel as if I've lost a part of me.
It may just be a cat, but I had such a relationship with him. I'm going to miss him deeply.
Edit: I attached a picture of him.







