Made the call on a Thursday for a Monday-morning appointment. That was a mistake. There was too much time to say goodbye. Funnily, though, the cat got really tired of all the extra attention I was giving him and started avoiding me. Such a cat thing to do, right?

Definitely easy to second guess the decision. He was 17 and arthritic, but wasn't having incontinence issues and could still jump up on the bed easily. He wouldn't eat, though, no matter what we tried, and the pictures I took of him on our last day together are a good reminder of how very thin he got. The last day, I was feeding him straight-up butter and thinking maybe if I just fed him butter all the time, he'd be fine. He wasn't even a great cat or anything, but I'm tearing up as I write this. Poor little guy.