My cat died :(
My cat Teddy of 12 13 years (Ooops, miscalculated! We had him since he was 8 months old) took his last breath yesterday afternoon.
We just found out on Tuesday that he had a golf ball size tumor in his stomach and a heart murmur and quickly started to deteriorate after his vet visit that day, but we had an idea that we didn't have much time with him a few months ago when he started losing a lot of weight and became very skinny. He stopped eating a couple of days before his trip to the vet and kept getting weaker and weaker as the hours went by. The night before he died I decided we should put him to sleep the following night because he started looking miserable just laying on the floor and barely being able to move. It hurt to watch him. I had hoped he would die in the "comfort" of his own home so we didn't have to disturb him, which thankfully he did with me right by his side.
Just some background on how he became apart of our family:
Teddy was the pet that connected me from my childhood to adulthood. When my mom took me to the Humane Society to pick out a cat, my only goal was to find one that was black. And even though he was scared of everything, I wanted HIM.
I've had about 10 cats total throughout my life (including the 2 I still have now). Out of ALL these cats, Teddy was the only one I had a choice in. All the rest were random by either finding them or someone giving them to us. Teddy was the one I wanted specifically. And he was also the one cat I've had for this long period of time because the rest either ran away, were hit by cars, or had to be put to sleep. So not only did I lose a pet but I lost a big part of my life.
Teddy in his healthier days:
Me with Teddy the night we found out about his condition. He kept coming up to me and sat in my lap. I think this was one of the last times I got to hear him purr: